I held my wife and coaxed her to come home with me.

Worried that she might overthink, I took a month off to accompany her.

My wife couldn't sleep every night, and sometimes even talked to herself.

Fearing she might get obsessed, I gave her some sleeping pills to help.

A week later, it was our daughter's birthday.

My wife said she wanted to eat the roast chicken from the place I used to take her when we were just dating.

It was rare for her to have an appetite.

I happily drove to buy it.

When I returned home with the roast chicken, I found my wife had locked the bedroom door.

I knocked on the door, half-jokingly: "Honey, stop messing around, I'm back."

She didn't respond.

I knocked again.

I heard her crying.

My eyes reddened involuntarily: "Honey, stop playing, open the door."

She cried from behind the door, asking me: "If I and Tingting died, would they feel guilty?"

"No!"

I answered without hesitation: "Everyone just wants to see a joke, no one really cares about you."

"Honey, open the door, let's face everything together."

There was no sound from inside the door.

I gritted my teeth and kicked the door open, my eyes bloodshot.

The bottle of sleeping pills was scattered on the floor, my wife and Tingting were sleeping peacefully, embracing each other.

I ran over and hugged them.

Until the doctor arrived, they showed no response.

A day and a night of rescue.

In the ward, my wife and Tingting were still in a deep sleep.

I didn't tell anyone about their situation, not even my mother-in-law!

I stood by the hospital bed all night.

Recalling the time I spent on the border, the vows I made back then, those memories flashed before my eyes.

My eyes bloodshot, I fiercely smoked a cigarette in the corridor.

I called my unit and took a month off.

I washed my face in the hospital bathroom and shaved with a razor I bought.

I stared hard at my eyes, trying not to look so disheveled.

A child may not lie, but he can talk nonsense!