"I disagree!"
Zhang Lingxuan said as she threw off the quilt and struggled to sit up, momentarily ignoring the unhealed wounds on her palms.
Overcome with panic, she babbled incoherently, "What do you know? Why suddenly talk about divorce? We still have Nannan, she's so young, just because of this small thing..."
Qian Yisheng, who had just grabbed her bleeding wrist, paused at her words, "A small thing?"
"I..."
"It seems you realize how serious this is, otherwise you wouldn't have hidden it from me so fiercely. You know I can't tolerate..."
Zhang Lingxuan threw herself at him, hugging him tightly, crying, "Yisheng, I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, please forgive me this time. From now on, I want nothing but you and Nannan."
"Won't you even give me a chance to correct my mistakes?"
Qian Yisheng's expression softened for a moment, then he paused and gently asked, "Do you remember what you said when you came out of the coma after the surgery?"