After the Car Accident, I Saw My Wife's True Colors

There was blood on my hands. Not metaphorical blood, but real blood, still dripping down. The moment the truck sent me flying, I heard my bones crack. Pain surged over me like a tide, but all I could think about was calling Lin Yue as fast as I could. She didn't answer. Once, twice, three times... Until they wheeled me into the operating room, I kept stubbornly dialing the number I knew by heart. I knew she had the day off and was at home. How could she not hear the phone ringing? In the last second before the anesthetic took effect, I suddenly remembered her saying she was going to take soup to Qin Yi's mother today. "Don't worry, I'll be right back...