Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She was his, and so was her arm.

Without his consent, no one could touch a single strand of her hair, not to mention her arm.

He thought long and hard about it, losing sleep over it. However, he was still unwilling for her to lose an arm. No matter the cost, he wanted to save her arm. He owed her too much in this life. There was not much he could do to make it up to her. The least he could do was keep her able-bodied.

The doctors were put in a tight spot. They were doctors, not magicians. All the decisions they made were in the best interests of the patients. What was the use of an arm if it put the life of the patient in danger?

However, Chu Lui was insistent. He refused to agree to the operation, to sign on the agreement.

Xia Ruoxin stared blankly outside the window. The sun seemed nice, and she wanted to go out and catch some sun.

“You want to go out?” Chu Lui asked Xia Ruoxin, placing her arm on his lap. The decay of her arm had slowed down recently, clearly better than it was before. This was mostly thanks to his care. He applied the ointment for her a dozen times daily. Otherwise, it really would not have healed so easily.

“En, a little.” Xia Ruoxin narrowed her eyes. It had been a while since she got some sun. The sun at the island only added to the fluctuating and unbearable weather there.

However, none of them mentioned the amputation.