This time, he took a larger, more natural bite than before.
The movements were no longer so cautious, but carried a sense of calmness after confirmation.
He didn't speak.
But the action of calmly eating that simple mung bean cake, bite by bite, is already the best answer.
Sun Guixiang watched the boy quietly eat the small piece of mung bean cake, watched his drooping eyelashes, watched his slightly bulging cheeks as he chewed slowly, watched the little bit of light green cake crumbs on his lips...
An enormous, indescribable sense of satisfaction and warmth, like warm spring water, instantly filled her long-dried heart.
This kid... he likes it!
This realization made her so happy that she didn't know what to do! She was a hundred times happier than if she had tasted all the delicacies herself!
The immense joy and a sense of relief, almost like "my own child is finally willing to eat", swept away all sense of distance and awe.
Looking at the annoying pastry crumbs on Ye Qingliu's lips, she almost instinctively reached out her hand without thinking, with pure concern as an elder.
That withered hand, bearing traces of time, moved naturally and familiarly, with an unquestionable gentle strength, and aimed clearly at the corner of Ye Qingliu's mouth.
"Look, it's already right at my lips..." Sun Guixiang's voice was filled with a doting smile, and her turbid eyes were full of kindness.
Ye Qingliu was concentrating on the sweet and warm taste in his mouth and was completely unaware of this sudden action.
The rough edges of the warm hand's fingertips gently and naturally brushed across the slightly cool corners of his lips, brushing away the light green debris.
His movements were as fast as lightning and as intimate as brushing rice grains off his grandson's face.
The extremely brief and direct touch at the fingertips was like a weak electric current, instantly running through Ye Qingliu's nerve endings.
His body once again experienced the familiar pause, like a precision instrument encountering an unknown signal input.
This time, however, the expected pause was extremely brief and almost negligible.
Even when that warm and rough hand brushed the corner of his lips, he did not stop chewing at all.
He just tilted his head slightly, with a very small movement. It was not so much a dodge as it was a cooperation with the other party's wiping action, allowing the hand to complete its "mission" more smoothly.
The gray-blue eyes raised behind the lenses and looked calmly at Sun Guixiang, who was standing nearby and retracting her hand with a kind smile.
There was no surprise, no resistance, or even a trace of emotion in that look.
There was only a calmness as deep as a pool, as if the intimate and almost "offensive" wipe just now had only brushed away an insignificant speck of dust that had fallen on the shoulder.
Even after Sun Guixiang withdrew her hand, Ye Qingliu raised his hand very naturally, as if out of habit, and casually wiped the corner of his lips that had just been wiped with his clean and slender fingertips.
His movements were fluid and casual, devoid of any emotion.
Then, he calmly lowered his eyelashes and his gaze returned to the remaining mung bean cake on the plate, as if nothing had happened.
He stretched out his fingertips, picked up another small piece, and put it into his mouth.
The ward was quiet again, with only the subtle sound of the boy chewing slowly and the sound of the winter wind outside the window.
The sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting warm spots of light on the clean floor.
The boy quietly ate the simple mung bean cake, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly soft in the light and shadow.
The old man sat on the hospital bed, looking at him, his cloudy eyes filled with complete warmth and an almost pious satisfaction.
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