Gu Xinzhou couldn't help but hook Song Zhen's chin, "Kid, you've really made something of yourself!"
Song Zhen smiled sweetly, as if pleased by Gu Xinzhou's intimate gesture, "Everything my wife says is right!"
He kissed Gu Xinzhou on the cheek and then said, "You rest, I'll pack!"
He opened the luggage and started to organize clothes and items bit by bit.
Gu Xinzhou watched from the side and laughed, "How the tables have turned, it used to be me doing the packing, and now it's your turn to pack for me."
Song Zhen laughed, "From now on, it's always me doing the packing."
Gu Xinzhou playfully protested, "Don't give me that! Are you cursing my leg never to heal?"
Song Zhen turned back to look at her, his eyes shimmering with happiness, "Even when your leg is healed, it will still be me!"
After the several life-and-death separations, Song Zhen really learned to cherish everything more.
