Halfway through, she could not help but choke on her words.
However, he smiled faintly. "It's quite good. You see, I don't even have to handle official business now. I take a walk every day, look at albums—" He gestured toward the album in his hands. "A beautiful bird, you will like it too."
She glanced over at it. "Yes, I like it a lot."
At an angle where he could not see, she secretly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Wearing the sick gown, he looked as thin as a bone shelf, yet was still pretending that nothing happened. "I was preparing for the surgery recently, and the doctor said that I could have the surgery soon. I will get well soon. Xiao Ling, you don't have to worry."
She nodded, sitting with him for a while and smiling, not knowing how bad her acting skills were, how her fake smiles were uglier than her crying. Pei Ziheng could not bear to see it, and in turn, advised her. "Go back, we have plenty of time."
