She Did Not Need Apologies

One hour later, Ye Hao came back. He carried a large bag of things in his hand, inside of which were rice, oil, vegetables, some spices, together with a large bottle of milk and pieces of bread for his wife.

He poured the milk, heating it in the microwave. Then he went into the small room that measured only a dozen square meters.

At this time, He Xiyan had already sat up. She leaned against the bedside without moving, still no trace of luster or energy visible in her eyes, no expression on her face as well.

Ye Hao sat down on the side of the bed, one hand hugging his wife's shoulder. He handed the glass of milk over and said, "Yanyan, eat something first. I will cook a meal later."

He didn't want to force her. If she didn't want to go back, he would live here with her. Whenever she was willing to go back, he would then drive her back.