The man stopped by the bed, looking at Lin Zhiyi, but didn’t know where to begin.
As he raised his hand, just about to touch Lin Zhiyi, her brow furrowed tightly, one hand clutching the blanket, her body continuously curling up.
As if her delicate body was enduring immense pain.
The man’s hand ultimately didn’t fall, just gently caressed her hair a few times.
The fuzzy tips of her hair twined around his fingertips, as if even his heart was tightly ensnared, leaving only silence in his eyes.
He lowered his hand and sat quietly by the bed, watching her.
It wasn’t until the moonlight deepened that he disappeared like a ghost.
And he never spoke a single word from beginning to end.
The air was faintly agitated, then gradually faded, before Lin Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes, staring straight at the tightly closed door.
Underneath the door, the man’s shadow flickered past, and then there was no more movement.
Her seemingly calm eyes, however, shimmered with uncontrollable faint light.
In the end, she could only pull up the blanket, completely wrapping herself up.
...
One week later, she was discharged from the hospital.
Lin Zhiyi’s wound had mostly healed, but her already weak hand was now even worse.
She couldn’t even hold chopsticks.
Li Huan and other doctors were helping her with a check-up, their faces no longer holding the previous optimism about her injured fingers; everyone looked very solemn.
Li Huan even took a long time to muster a comforting sentence: "It’s okay, just recover slowly."
His colleague looked at him and then nodded in agreement.
Lin Zhiyi looked at her stitched wound, feeling bitter in her heart, yet unwilling to puncture Li Huan’s good intentions.
"Don’t worry, I won’t give up. I will cooperate with the treatment."
"I will accompany her through the treatment," Sang Li stepped forward to support Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi looked up and smiled at him; thanks to his company, her days in the hospital weren’t so hard.
Thinking about this, she felt quite fortunate to have met Sang Li.
As she thought, she held Sang Li’s hand.
Seeing the affection between the two rising, Li Huan also sighed in relief.
If then no one else had suddenly appeared, their conversation would have been quite pleasant.
"Brother, Zhiyi."
Sang Ran approached Lin Zhiyi with a bunch of flowers in her hands.
Upon seeing Sang Ran, Lin Zhiyi instinctively hid her injured hand behind her back.
Sang Ran focused on Lin Zhiyi’s face, apologetically saying, "Zhiyi, sorry, I’ve been too busy with the wedding these past few days, couldn’t come visit you, I heard from my brother that you are discharged today, so I came to see you."
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t quite catch the focus of her words and simply nodded lightly: "You don’t need to be so polite if you are busy."
"Of course."
Sang Ran immediately handed over the bouquet.
Lin Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, just about to reach out when she was abruptly interrupted by Li Huan seriously.
"Your wound hasn’t fully healed yet, the pollen might affect the healing, this flower... I’ll take it for you."
Before Sang Ran could speak, Li Huan already took the flowers away.
Sang Ran pursed her lips awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn’t know about this."
Lin Zhiyi comforted, "Had Doctor Li not mentioned it, I wouldn’t have known either, still, thank you for coming to see me."
Sang Ran smiled, looked up at Sang Li and asked, "Brother, did you tell her?"
Sang Li hesitated, shaking his head: "Xiao Ran, don’t make trouble, Zhiyi’s hand is still injured, she needs rest."
Lin Zhiyi looked suspiciously at the two of them, "What’s going on?"
Sang Ran spoke up first, "It’s a bachelorette party, I know you’ve been bored in the hospital, so I wanted to invite you, we can all have some fun together."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi then realized that Sang Ran and Gong Chen were getting married next week.
So fast.
She pursed her lips, tried to clench her fist to calm herself down but couldn’t, and smiled bitterly, "No, you guys go ahead, I’ll..." frёeωebɳovel.com
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