Naya had come unbeknownst to them, and she was bringing a bowl of chicken soup that was meant for Daniel.

Daniel's right arm was still wrapped with lots of gauze, so he could not exert much force. He just looked at Naya and said, “Thank you.”

Naya quickly showed a shy smile. “Dan, why are you being so polite to me? We grew up together and are childhood sweethearts. We've been through all kinds of ups and downs together. Plus, I'm your fiancée now, so I have to take care of you.”

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