His slender hands flew across the keyboard, seemingly working.
Until Lu Zhiwei pushed the door open and went in.
Standing on the edge of the bed, I caught a whiff of a familiar, delicate fragrance.
Shen Jinmo suddenly looked up.
Upon seeing Lu Zhiwei's cold eyes, he immediately closed his laptop, a worthless smile playing on his lips.
"You actually came to see me? Has the sun risen in the west?"
He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and the treatment he had received over the past few days had made him look pale and weak.
After putting down the fruit, Lu Zhiwei found a chair and sat down.
Shen Jinmo personally got out of bed and poured Lu Zhiwei a glass of water.
"Why is no one taking care of you?"
“I’ve chased everyone away. They’re always here and I find it annoying.” Shen Jinmo handed a glass of warm water to Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei took it and placed it on the table beside her.
"And what about your mother?" Lu Zhiwei asked knowingly.
"She went abroad for travel."
"Oh, you're injured like this? And she still has the mind to travel abroad?" Lu Zhiwei said with a half-smile.
"Let her be. You're even willing to buy me fruit. Lu Zhiwei, you've improved." Shen Jinmo said with a smile, looking at the two durians in the fruit basket.
She knew he didn't eat durian because he thought the smell was too strong.
But buying something is better than not buying it at all.
"Is it really worth getting this emotional over buying some fruit?" Lu Zhiwei sneered. If she hadn't come here today to get information out of her, she wouldn't have bought anything.
And just now at the fruit shop, she didn't know what to buy.
The boss asked her who she was buying it for.
She mentioned her ex-husband.
The shopkeeper immediately let her choose this basket of durians.
"You sent me white chrysanthemums when I was hospitalized before," Shen Jinmo said with a shrug and a smile.
When did I ever send you white chrysanthemums?
"Who gave you those white chrysanthemums if not you?" Shen Jinmo asked again.
Actually, he no longer cares about it, and he's no longer angry.
He wouldn't mind if Lu Zhiwei were stabbing him in the heart now, let alone a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
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