"No need to say sorry, you haven't wronged me. When I saw you risking your life to protect me, I knew I didn't love the wrong person. People can't live in the past forever, we should all look forward, shouldn't we?"
Valentine Teller slightly leaned against Mark Reed's shoulder: "You won't make me regret loving the wrong person, will you?"
"Of course not." Mark Reed hugged Valentine Teller tightly, profoundly realizing the rarity of this moment together: "I won't let you leave me again, unless I'm dead."
"Don't keep talking about death, it's so ominous."
Valentine Teller glanced at Mark Reed: "You should go take a shower, and go to bed early. Sleeping early and waking early helps wounds heal. I also planned to make beef bone soup for you tomorrow. The doctor said not to add too much calcium or the bone cracks might not heal properly. What do you want to eat tomorrow?"
"Anything is fine, I love anything you make."
Mark Reed's sweet talk was spot on, making Valentine Teller laugh.
