When the door closed, Aunt Zhou, who was arranging the roses in a vase, remarked offhandedly, "Miss Su and her husband's relationship seems to be really good."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener read more into it.
Xiao Yebai glanced at Mo Weiyi, who was looking back at him.
After a brief exchange of looks, Mo Weiyi turned away, "Aunt Zhou, have you finished tidying up?"
"Ah, yes, let me just put these roses into the vase."
"There's no need to do that."
Aunt Zhou was taken aback.
The man laying on the hospital bed also looked over.
Mo Weiyi smiled brightly and sweetly, "Don't you dislike flowers? Wanwan said she bought these for me, Aunt Zhou, you should take them home."
Xiao Yebai: "..."
Aunt Zhou hesitated for a moment, then promptly took the roses out of the vase, "Alright, princess."
These days, their princess was increasingly unpredictable.
But it was good that the young couple had reconciled; they were no longer sitting in cold silence like before.
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