An Allergy

Early in the morning, Regan personally prepared and went to check on Hazel. When he saw that she was still asleep, he didn't wake her up but just sat by her side. Luckily, he took the medicine in advance. Although it couldn't stop his coughing, it helped to relieve his throat so that he wouldn't cough in front of Hazel. Previously, Hazel couldn't see or hear a thing, so it was easy to hide his poor health condition from her. But now that her hearing and vision were slowly recovering, he had to conceal the fact carefully. Hazel had always been worried about his body. If she learned that he wasn't feeling well, she would definitely be anxious. As Regan stared at her sleeping face, his eyes were full of tenderness. After a while, he woke Hazel up. "Wake up, my darling. Let's wash up and have some breakfast. Then, we'll go back to rest." Hazel was in a daze and hugged Regan's waist instinctively. "Good morning, honey." Once Hazel was sober, the confusion in her eyes was replaced with spark