Jin Buwei would always stare intently at my forehead, his eyes would gradually redden, and his face would reveal a deep sense of heartache.
Whenever this happens, I can't help but think:
Perhaps we should really believe him?
After all, if he was faking it all, how superb his acting skills must be!
During the few days I was recuperating,
Lin Zhibai also visited the hospital a few times. He just looked at me from afar, brought a lot of fruit, put it down, and left.
In addition, something else happened that surprised me—I received a bouquet of beautiful, fresh roses.
However, the bouquet had neither a card nor any information identifying the sender.
But judging from the type of flowers and the style of the packaging, I secretly guessed that it was very likely a gift from Qin Shisheng.
When Jin Buwei discovered the bouquet of flowers, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he ordered his assistant without hesitation to throw the bouquet of flowers out of the ward.
And so, that beautiful bouquet of roses was ruthlessly discarded in the trash can outside.
A few days later,
I could clearly feel that the injury on my head had healed a lot and was basically fine.
So I turned to Jin Buwei, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and said...
"No, after these days of rest, I feel that my injuries have almost recovered. I want to go and visit my brother and Xiaohua."
Upon hearing my words, Jin Buwei agreed without hesitation, "Okay! I'll go with you!"
After saying that, he immediately picked up his phone and dialed his assistant's number, whispering to him to quickly send over some clothes suitable for going out.
"No, I want a hat. I don't want my brother and Xiaohua to worry about me!"
"Okay!" He smiled gently at me.
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