Infusion room.
Daisy Ginger sat on the chair, with an IV drip attached to one hand.
Edward Stephens sat beside her, playing on his phone with one hand.
Daisy slowly turned her head, her thick eyelashes blinking, and asked, "What does it mean to have a wedding?"
Edward kept his eyes on the screen, without lifting his head: "It just means having a wedding."
Daisy was not satisfied with this dismissive answer and reached out to snatch his phone away.
The man tilted his head, glanced at her, "Don't be naughty."
Daisy slightly raised her chin, "Edward, say it a little clearer to me."
Edward propped his face, looked at her expression, and lazily smiled a bit.
He smiled so beautifully it was heart-stirring.
Daisy saw the glimmer in his eyes, and for some reason, her heart slightly sped up.
It must be this fever, it's lasted a bit too long, and hasn't gotten better yet.
