Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

Ji Weiyang took the spoon and prepared to feed it to her, "Eat a mouthful of mushrooms first, they are soft fried and taste very good."

Zhan Yan frowned slightly, then turned her face to the side and said, "You eat."

"Hmm?" Ji Weiyang did not understand.

"Guarding outside the Intensive Care Unit for eight days, eating, drinking, and not sleeping at all. Ji Weiyang, do you really think you're made of iron?" Zhan Yan's hoarse voice clearly carried warm anger.

Ji Weiyang snorted and put down the spoon in his hand, "Right now, there are a lot of people blabbering about this."

Zhan Yan was his wife, so no matter what he did for her, she would do it willingly. He did not need Zhan Yan to feel guilty nor would she need her gratitude. Everything she did was out of love.

"Viyan, it'll be cold if you don't eat any more." Zhan Yan reminded her indifferently.

"Then accompany me to eat." Ji Weiyang brought the spoon up to Zhan Yan's lips.

Seriously what a big black dragon