Evening.
Under Ryan Saxon's guidance, several school students visited Moira Samir in the hospital room, which was packed to the brim.
Students from all classes were present.
They wore casual clothes and had the most sincere concern on their faces as they spoke in gentle whispers.
"Moira, don't overthink things; just focus on getting your health back on track, okay?"
"Would you like a winter gift set of hot milk tea, roasted sweet potatoes, crepe, and sugared chestnuts? If you'd like, I can arrange it all for you right away."
"Get out of here. The others are fine to consider, but Moira can't drink milk tea."
...
The students gathered around the hospital room, carefully avoiding bringing up the heart condition as not to rub salt into Moira's wounds.
Each one was tentative, their eyes filled with genuine care.
Meeting the students' gazes, Moira's gloomy mood gradually lifted, and she smiled, "Don't worry about me, how could I possibly be taken down so easily?"
