These little issues make Brandan both love and hate, he always feels he understands Iris Harris a bit more, but being picky about food isn't really great, is it?
No wonder she looks frail even when she's not sick.
Brandan took a strawberry candy from the drawer and popped it into Iris's mouth, "Being so picky, how am I supposed to care for you in the future?"
"You eat what I won't eat." Iris chewed the candy and answered innocently.
Brandan was momentarily speechless, he looked up at Iris's bright smile, the air filled with the sweet scent of strawberry candy, and his heart gradually softened. He leaned over and gently pecked her soft cheek, "You..."
I'm afraid by then, we may not have a future.
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In the blink of an eye, it was almost time to be discharged from the hospital.
Iris had recovered well and would soon be able to walk on her own.
