The kid… the kid didn’t blame her? He even said… it was delicious? And he even said thank you?
A huge sadness and an indescribable gratitude instantly rushed to Sun Guixiang's eyes. Her lips trembled violently and turbid tears flowed uncontrollably.
She hurriedly lowered her head, wiping her eyes vigorously with her sleeves, a suppressed sob coming from her throat.
Hua Jinyue sat on the edge of the bed, her beautiful big eyes widening instantly.
She looked at her brother's calm profile in disbelief, and then at the shabby old woman in the corner who was covering her mouth and suppressing her tears.
A stronger feeling of grievance and anger at being ignored suddenly surged up! Her brother actually ignored her grievances and even said thank you to this old woman?! Who the hell is she?
"Brother——!" Hua Jinyue was about to explode again.
At this moment, a gentle call with the charm of Jiangnan water towns came from the door of the ward, like a clear spring in the mountains, instantly extinguishing the sparks that were tense in the air again.
"Qingliu?"
Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the door.
Bai Zhiye stood there.
Her fair face showed just the right amount of worry and tenderness, and she held a large bouquet of fresh white lisianthus in her hands, with crystal water droplets on the petals.
However, when her eyes, as clear as autumn water, took in the situation in the ward, a hint of surprise and inquiry flashed across the depths of her eyes.
Her gaze first fell on Ye Qingliu, who was leaning quietly on the hospital bed. After confirming that he was fine, the tenderness in her eyes deepened.
Then, her eyes swept over Hua Jinyue, who was sitting beside the bed, with a look of grievance and lingering anger on her face. This was not surprising.
Her eyes fell on the strange old woman in the corner who was wearing a hospital gown, was skinny and hunched, was wiping her tears with her sleeves, and looked extremely uneasy.
Who is this old woman?
Bai Zhiye immediately had a question in her mind. Why was there such an... out-of-place old man in Qingliu's ward?
Did the anger on Jinyue's face seem to be directed at her? Just now, outside the door, I seemed to have faintly heard Jinyue's sharp voice...
A tiny doubt, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, created shallow ripples in her gentle heart.
But she didn't show any expression on her face. She still walked in with a gentle and decent smile, as if she didn't realize that the ward had just experienced a silent storm.
"Jinyue is here too." She spoke softly and nodded to Hua Jinyue. Her gaze then fell completely back on Ye Qingliu with undisguised concern.
"Qingliu, how are you feeling today? Is the wound still hurting?"
She walked to the other side of the bed, leaned over naturally, and gently placed the lisianthus in her hand on the bedside table. The fresh floral scent immediately blended into the sweet aroma of mung bean cakes lingering in the air.
Her proximity brought with it a comforting warmth and a faint fragrance. Ye Qingliu turned his gaze towards her, and the deep, calm ice in his gray-blue eyes seemed to melt a little.
He looked at Bai Zhiye and curled the corners of his lips very slightly but clearly.
"Much better." His voice was also lowered, although it was still hoarse from the illness.
The eyes behind the lenses looked intently at Bai Zhiye's face, as if confirming every subtle change in her expression.
This subtle change did not escape Bai Zhiye's eyes, nor did it escape Hua Jinyue who had been keeping a close eye on her brother!
Hua Jinyue looked at the gentleness her brother showed towards Bai Zhiye, and the obviously different tone he used when speaking to Bai Zhiye. The grievance and injustice that had just been suppressed in her heart surged up again.
Hua Jinyue pouted even higher, and her pretty face was full of unhappiness.
Bai Zhiye seemed to be completely unaware of Hua Jinyue's emotions, or rather, her attention was only focused on Ye Qingliu at the moment.
Her eyes seemed to accidentally sweep over the strange old woman in the corner who was lowering her head and wanted to curl herself up into a ball, and then passed over the washed-out, old-fashioned aluminum lunch box on the bedside table.
The sweet scent of mung bean cake lingering in the air is intertwined with the elegant floral fragrance of lisianthus.
That old lunch box, and this abrupt old man... Was Qingliu's words "delicious" and "thank you" just now directed at her?
An extremely subtle, indescribable sourness, like a tiny vine, quietly wrapped around Bai Zhiye's heart.
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