A few days later, the test results came out and it was benign.
When the doctor told us the results, Grace seemed even more nervous than me, but she smiled and held my hand to comfort me, pretending to be calm. It was only when she heard that it was benign that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That afternoon, Grace went to the doctor and agreed on a date for the operation and paid the necessary fees for me.
I wrote her an IOU, but she didn't accept it. She just told me to rest and recover.
Soon, it was the day of the operation.
Grace came early in the morning to accompany me and told me not to be afraid.
When I woke up from anesthesia, it was already evening. Grace was lying on the side of my bed asleep, with moonlight pouring in through the window and shining on her. I couldn't help but raise my hand and try to touch her back.