From a distance, I watched the petite and delicate woman, her smile warm and tender.
She was sitting by the hospital bed, holding a book in her hand and gently reading aloud.
Gu Yuanzhou lay in the bed.
His eyes often closed to rest, occasionally opening to glance at her.
"Didn't I tell you not to come here?" he said, his voice deep, tinged with a hint of concern.
Ye Mengyan whispered apologetically,
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disregard your words. I just felt anxious seeing you sick with no one here to look after you."
A sensitively phrased response that simply felt soothing.
Perhaps it's this kind of tenderness that all men adore.
I stopped in my tracks, backed off to the door, and leaned against the wall, watching.
"It's not appropriate!"
"Brother Gu, Sister Song is no longer here! You should forget about the past pains and start a new life."
Gu Yuanzhou remained silent.
Ye Mengyan continued to speak...
Her voice was soft and gentle.
