Cheng Yanzhi was lying in the hospital bed, leaning against the pillows. His complexion was much paler than usual. When he saw Xia Yunsheng, surprise flickered in his eyes, "How come you're here?"
Had she, of her own accord, actually come to see him?
"Grandfather told me you were hurt, and I should come and check on you." Yunsheng placed the thermos full of hot food that her grandmother had asked her to bring on the table, oblivious of the fleeting joy in Yanzhi's eyes.
She sat down, looking at him in his hospital gown, "What happened? How did you hurt yourself?"
"It's nothing, just a minor injury. No big deal," Yanzhi leaned against the pillows, his eyes fixed on her.
For him, the happiest thing to ever happen in his life was when he was thinking of her, and she miraculously appeared before his eyes.
In a while, the family arrived. The moment Mrs. Cheng walked in, she anxiously asked, "Son, are you okay? I was worried sick."
The old man stood to one side, not saying much.
