Ding Yixin was no longer dressed in the hospital's signature white coat.
Rong Xingyu looked at Ding Yixin through his tears and, as if using all his remaining strength, once again threw himself into the man's arms.
This was his Dr. Ding! He had always been his Dr. Ding!
Ding Yixin, in turn, held Rong Xingyu tightly, clutching the treasure he had lost and finally regained.
His voice grew hoarse as well, and he softly coaxed the trembling youth curled up in his embrace.
"Yuyu, don't be afraid. Your husband has come to take you home."
Rong Xingyu could no longer remember how long he had cried in Ding Yixin's arms.
It was the first time he had cried so loudly, like a child who had suffered immense grievances outside, venting all the emotions he had accumulated during this period.
It made Ding Yixin ache with heartache, leaving him flustered as he coaxed him again and again.
