In the hospital ward, Hua Shiyu could already get out of bed. She held onto the edge of the bed, slowly moving forward.
Her injuries were healing day by day.
She held onto the bedpost, looking toward the sky outside.
"It takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons, you should really lie down and rest!"
A pleasant voice sounded.
She turned her head.
She saw a tall figure walk in.
He wore a beige suit, and under the sunlight, a handsome face beamed with a radiant smile.
That smile was warm, like the sunshine in March or April, warm enough to melt one's heart.
He held a small bouquet of flowers, beige jasmine tied with ribbons, with baby's breath in the middle. It was fragrant and beautiful.
She looked up at him, "Didn't I tell you not to come to the hospital to see me!"
Qi Yunchen shrugged, "I just happened to drive by, thinking you have no relatives in Hong Kong. If I didn't come to see you, you might end up crying."
