Jiang Chuchu was a little absent-minded and didn't make a sound.
If she could, of course she didn't want to.
When she was young, she thought it was just an absurd scene in her youth. She thought it would end as soon as possible, and when she died, he wouldn't be so sad.
But all these years, watching him play with flowers, watching him gradually become cold and ruthless.
However, Jiang Chuchu discovered that, as time passed and time changed, neither she nor he had let down the short-lived absurd scene in their youth.
Jiang Jingming directly stayed here while Jiang Chuchu had to recuperate to her best condition, so she still had to wait for a few days before she could undergo the surgery.
Jiang Jingming directly hired two domestic chefs to cook delicious food for Jiang Chuchu three meals a day.
In addition, he would take Jiang Chuchu for a walk in the hospital's garden every morning.
The day before the surgery, Jiang Chuchu was absent-minded as she looked at the sunflower by the bedside.
These days, he would prepare a bouquet of flowers for her every day. In High School, he had given her mostly roses, but during the days when she was in the hospital, the flowers he had given her were mostly brightly colored.
There were Platycodon grandiflorum, cornflower, sunflower, and hyacinth... ...
It was less bright and cold like the roses, but it made the ward feel warmer. It didn't feel cold at all.
Not long after, Jiang Jingming pushed the door open and came in. In his hand was a lot of nutrition products and fruits, and in his other hand was a balloon that would emit light.
"When I went out to buy things, I saw some sold by the roadside and thought that you would definitely like it, " Jiang Jingming said gently. He tied the string of the balloon to the headboard of the bed for her.
Jiang Chuchu smiled. "Why do you act like I'm a child and need you to coax me? "
Jiang Jingming put down the things in his hands and pulled her into his arms.
He rested his Chin on her shoulder and said softly, "I'm just coaxing you to be happy. "
The corners of Jiang Chuchu's eyes were a little moist. She lowered her eyes and did not make a sound.
When she was young, he had also clumsily expressed his love and often teased her to the point that she rarely smiled. Now that things had changed, he seemed to gradually overlap with the shadow of that time, as if they had never been missing in the middle of those years.
"I actually have a secret, " Jiang Chuchu said softly.
Jiang Jingming raised his head to look at her and asked, "do you want to say that you actually like me very much? "
The corners of Jiang Chuchu's lips curled up, and her somewhat cold and elegant face softened. "When I was in school, you always said that I didn't like to laugh. In fact, many times you made me want to laugh, but I always endured it. "
Jiang Jingming looked at her with a gentle gaze.
"because I knew that if I didn't laugh, you would come back and continue to make me happy, " Jiang Chuchu said softly with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
At that time, the entire high school era was gloomy to her.
Perhaps it was because the color was too bright, or perhaps her personality was not likable, and because of her father's background, she was often targeted by people. Boys coveted her beauty, while girls mostly despised his background.
That's right. After her mother died, her father began to drink heavily. In the end, because of his good looks, he was directly taken care of by a rich woman.
She moved out of that house, the place where he often brought women back to fool around.
She worked hard to make money, to be afraid of magazines, to work part-time as a model, and so on.
But then her father got even worse and became addicted to drugs. He kept asking for money from her, and eventually ended up in prison for robbery and murder. He committed suicide soon after, leaving only a letter for her.