Zhao Erhu's mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts, but with his little wife in this state, everything was still uncertain. No amount of worrying was going to help, and no matter what, as long as she woke up healthy and well—even if she remembered the scholar, what of it? She was already his wife, and as long as he treated her doubly well, his little wife wouldn't bear to leave him.
Then there were the children; his little wife doted on them the most. It would be even better if she could carry a child of their own, but she was still too young, and the doctor had said that it was dangerous for her to have a child now. It would be best to wait a couple more years. Sadly, Zhao Erhu really wanted to have a child with Lin Yue, something to tie his wife to him. At the end of the day, Zhao Erhu was somewhat insecure, feeling that his little wife was too good for a brute like him.