The Rule of Life

Regan was feeding Hazel some onion soup to reduce her body heat. He fed her wordlessly. The room was so quiet that only the sound of the spoon touching the ceramic bowl could be heard. Although Regan was gentle and affectionate, Hazel knew he must be angry. Therefore, she could only remain as docile as a rabbit. Hazel became impatient and couldn't help but reach out her fingers to grab Regan's sleeve. She gently tugged on it in a cajoling manner. Regan was used to her acts. In these years, Hazel would tug on his sleeve like this if she wanted to be spoilt. And he would comply every single time. As expected, the calm expression on Regan's face faltered and he sighed softly, "Just how much do you want me to worry about you?" Hazel apologized in a weak voice, "I'm sorry..." "Don't worry, I'm here. Everything will be alright. Don't push yourself too hard." Regan stroked her head. Right now, he was the boss. His words were the law. Hence, Hazel could only nod obediently. "Okay." "Don't worr