A series of knocks resounded on Jiang Jinyan's door, followed by his low voice, "Come in."
Nurse Zhang slid the door open with a smile, her hands holding a small bouquet of bright yellow flowers, blossoming with six lobes with its central bell-shaped crown. They were swaying coquettishly in the air, bringing with them the fresh air of spring. "There's a delivery for you."
Jiang Jinyan raised one of his brows. "From who?"
The nurse's smile was impeccable as she said, "Sorry, we don't know either, it's anonymous. Do you want me to place it in a vase?"
Jiang Jinyan nodded, "Yes please." Afterwhich, his mind wandered. Who would send him flowers? The only people who knew that he was hospitalized were his father and Wei Xiameng. His father was a lost cause, let alone flowers, maybe he had already forgotten that he had a son staying in the hospital.
Then, the only possibility was…Wei Xiameng?
Jiang Jinyan felt the corner of his mouth curl up and his mood elevated. "It's beautiful."
