The door was nudged open from the outside. Ye Junqing, having finished dealing with a full day's work, arrived at the hospital, carrying night snacks in his hand, among them were wontons--Ye Xingguang's favorite.
He walked up to her, presenting the wontons, wearing his white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway, revealing his sturdy and attractive arms.
However, the shirt was somewhat fuzzed from washing and upon a closer look, there was a hole burned by cigarette ash on the shoulder - it was the one she had bought for him.
Ye Xingguang fell silent: "This shirt cost me forty thousand, how could it turn like this after just a few days of wearing?"
Ye Junqing looked down, glanced indifferently at his shirt, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you buy me a few more then?"
"I want to buy them for you, but I don't have that much money."
Ye Junqing raised an eyebrow slightly, took out his own wallet, and handed her a supplementary copy of his black card.
