Erwin Jackson thought that Lyra Smith had bought this string of sugar-coated hawthorns just for him and none for the others.
Only he had one.
Until he saw Gregory Smith walking behind Lyra, holding five or six strings of sugar-coated hawthorns in his hand...
"On my way here, I heard that you were weak enough to be hospitalized, so I bought you some fruits." Gregory Smith put the fruit basket on the cabinet in front of the hospital bed, his tone and demeanor both polite.
Thanking him weakly, even more so than his pallor, he refused to admit his weakness and explained, "It's just a cold, a couple of IV drips and I'll be fine, it's nothing serious."
"">A little cold can get you into the hospital, your body's not in great shape, huh." Gregory Smith raised his hand to flick his bangs and smiled, "But it's best that there's nothing serious, otherwise, a big man like you getting hospitalized all the time might not be a good thing."
Erwin Jackson: "..."
