Gray wolf, please don't die

Is Jenny the bride?

Her eyes were slightly red, she heard Andrew's words, thought of the gray wolf - her disabled husband, and her eyes softened a bit, her chest feeling a little bitter.

She pointed to the small wooden box with a fur layer that Andrew had just given her and asked the little boy, "What is this?" The small wooden box was not light, and there must be many things inside.

"It's the fish soup my grandfather made." Andrew's eyes sparkled. His sad and gloomy expression also eased a bit, and the little boy smiled, showing his lively and age-appropriate look, "Jenny Martinez, my elder brother is awake."

Jenny widened her eyes in surprise. Her face revealed a happy expression, "That's great, then just take the medicine regularly and take care of yourself carefully, and there will be nothing to worry about."

"Yes, I know." Andrew rubbed her head, revealing a bright smile, "Jenny, thank you."

"No need to thank me, I still have to thank Andrew for giving me the fish soup." She curv