A More Likely Idea

"Mike." Her voice was a little hoarse.

There were also injuries to the throat when she vomited blood.

He hung up the phone and strode over.

"You're awake."

"Yes, I am still alive..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" He reached out and wanted to hug her, but his hand stopped in the air halfway out.

Her body was weak, so he left her to rest.

He turned around and gently rubbed her head.

"The doctor said that you can only have liquid food now. What do you want to eat?"

"Hot spicy noodles..."

"You still want to die," He changed his complexion.

Someone had the noodles over the stall until she vomited blood!

He wanted to grab her and ask if the mark on her neck was merely a decoration.

"No, I don't mean it. What I am saying is that you don't give them trouble. It's hard to do small business."

She did not expect to be so serious this time.

"Do you have the attention to care about other people's lives?"