Her skinny hands tightly grasped the blue calico package in her arms, her knuckles hurting from the pinch. The empty lunch box inside the package now felt like a thousand pounds, weighing her down and making it hard for her to breathe.
The child's hands were cold... She just wanted to warm them... She really didn't mean anything else... The disgusted look from the fairy-like girl, the vague scrutiny from the gentle and elegant lady...
It all made her feel like an ugly duckling that had strayed into Swan Lake, covered in mud, out of place, and extremely an eyesore.
The immense embarrassment and shame made her want to flee immediately. Her cloudy eyes frantically scanned the direction of the ward door, and her body shifted slightly.
At this moment, Ye Qingliu's calm gaze fell on her.
Sun Guixiang's body suddenly stiffened, as if nailed to the spot by that calm gaze.
She lowered her head in panic, not daring to look at anyone again.
"I...I...I'm leaving first..." She finally managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables from her dry throat, her voice so low and hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
She was hunched over like a frightened shrimp, holding her blue printed cloth package, staggering as if she was almost running away, with her head lowered and moving quickly towards the ward door.
She didn't even dare to look up at Ye Qingliu, let alone Hua Jinyue and Bai Zhiye. She just wanted to disappear immediately in this suffocating space.
The footsteps were hurried and messy, with a sense of embarrassment as if they were fleeing in panic.
Ye Qingliu leaned quietly against the head of the bed, his gray-blue eyes calmly following the hunched and withered figure through the lenses as it hurriedly disappeared at the door of the ward.
There was no expression on his face, and his thin lips were still pressed into a straight line.
The ward became quiet again.
Hua Jinyue was still sulking about the phrase "there are many layers", with a puffy face.
Bai Zhiye was immersed in the sweet aftertaste of Ye Qingliu's words "It suits you very well". She smiled gently, her eyes lingering tenderly on Ye Qingliu's face, as if she had temporarily put the abrupt old man behind her.
Ye Qingliu lowered his eyelashes slightly, his gaze falling on the back of his hand which was still slightly cool and resting on the white sheets.
There seemed to be an extremely faint, fleeting, rough and warm touch remaining on it.
His fingertips curled up almost imperceptibly.
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