I got rid of Kang Xiaozhi's entanglement and hurried home, worried about my boyfriend being alone at home.

When I opened the door, the smell of food filled the air, and Luo Junyu was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Why are you in the kitchen again? Didn't we agree that you would wait for me to come back before cooking?"

I quickly washed my hands and walked into the kitchen. Luo Junyu's slender figure was busy cutting vegetables.

"I'm not busy anyways, might as well help you tidy up in advance. I can still handle this..."

"You're a patient now, you need to rest more..." I complained as I took the knife from his hand, "Two summers ago, when I wasn't home, you were cooking in the kitchen by yourself and got hot oil on your arm, leaving such a big scar..."

As I spoke, tears uncontrollably streamed down my face, my throat dry and unable to produce sound.

Luo Junyu has always been the most perceptive person of my emotional changes all these years. Softly, he hugged me from behind and deliberately covered the scar on his right arm.

Since he got sick, I have been carefully taking care of him, just like how he took care of me before.

But even though I have been trying my best to take care of him like a child, accidents still happen. The burn was very serious, and even after two years, I still feel guilty.

During dinner, Luo Junyu deliberately made exaggerated sounds, praising my cooking.

Finally, my stern face turned into a smile.

"Darling, don't put so much pressure on yourself. We have savings, enough for my treatment, enough for us to live a simple life. You don't have to work, just stay with me, we can watch shows and take walks together, isn't that great?"

I smiled without commenting, feeling grateful to have such an understanding boyfriend.

He understands my hardships, doesn't want me to work outside while taking care of him; he understands my stress, gives me positive guidance every day; he understands my future, doesn't want me to go from unmarried to widowed, rejecting my proposal.

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