Just as the boy carrying the God of Wealth figure was about to cross the road to the flower shop, unfortunately, Fengguang had already left. She was looking down at the flowerpot in her hand, not noticing anyone around her, and hailed a taxi and left.
Arriving at the hospital again, Feng Guang found the ward where she had slept the night before with ease. Standing at the door, she suddenly felt a little nervous. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
A pleasant voice came from the other side of the door, "Please come in."
She pushed open the door and saw a tall man standing by the window. The sunlight streaming in from the window perfectly outlined his figure, adding to his sanctity. At that moment, he smiled slightly, and the sunlight seemed to gather around his smile and then release it all at once, dazzling and beautiful.
"Fengguang, you've arrived."
"Um... Good morning." Feng Guang looked at him, her eyes seemed to have an automatic filter, and in her filter, he was so perfect and charming. His smile was too clean, his eyes were too clear, and there was not a trace of darkness in him.
Yet this seemingly perfect man was standing in a hospital room wearing a hospital gown.
Not wanting him to feel her pity, Feng Guang quickly went over and handed him what she was holding. "This is what I promised to bring you yesterday. I spent a long time picking it out at the flower shop."
"Thank you." He took the flowerpot with his pale hands. The white baby's breath reflected his sickly smile, making him look both beautiful and fragile like glass. "I like it very much. I will take good care of it."
He placed the flowerpot on the table by the window, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently touched the small white flower, his gaze focused as if he were looking at something else.
Feng Guang suddenly wondered what it would be like if he touched her face, but she quickly blushed and shook her head vigorously, banishing the fantasy from her mind. She asked, "When can you be discharged from the hospital?"
“Discharge…that’s a very slim chance.” He gave a short, soft laugh. “Because I don’t know, and the doctors can’t be sure either.”
It's hard to imagine that he would talk about his illness with such an indifferent attitude.
Feng Guang scratched his head in frustration. "Is your illness really that serious? You were perfectly fine when I saw you a few days ago..."
Was I really okay back then?
"Hmm!" she nodded. "You rejected a boy's confession, but you kept trying to fool me. You seem to be in great spirits."
He pursed his lips quietly, looking at her intently with a serene expression, and smiled at her quietly, "So my life was so rich before."
"Han Chen?"
"I'm just envying my former self." Her blank look was quite adorable. He reached out and tapped her forehead with his finger, a faint smile appearing on his face. "But being here now, with the scenery accompanying me, is also very good."
She shook her head. "No, no, you need to get better quickly."
"I will try my best to get better." He sighed again, "It seems I can no longer secretly throw away those medicines."
"What!?"
He turned his head to the side and chuckled softly, "I was just kidding, of course I took those medicines properly."
“That joke isn’t funny at all.” She puffed out her cheeks.
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