"Uh, is it okay?"
"I guess so?"
Just as Yan Huan held the apple in his palm, cutting it into small pieces, Sakuragi Hitomi noticed the blood-stained bandage under his hospital gown.
"Here, it's done..."
Yan Huan placed the knife on the table beside him and put the apple into the plate on the bedside table one by one.
He was about to hand it over to Sakuragi Hitomi when she slightly trembled her lips and softly spoke,
"President..."
"What..."
Yan Huan was holding the plate, his gaze not yet shifted when he saw Sakuragi Hitomi stand up and tightly embrace him.
"..."
Yan Huan was slightly stunned, glancing at her long hair that faded from black to cherry on her neck.
In his ear, Sakuragi Hitomi's voice was light and gentle,
"President... Next time, don't do such... things that worry me again, okay?"
Yan Huan knew she was talking about his car accident injury.
