She handed the bouquet to Liu Jinbo and wished, "I hope your friend recovers soon."
Liu Jinbo took the bouquet, his heart filled with gratitude. He deeply looked at those beautiful flowers before leaving the flower shop.
Clasping the bunch of carnations in his hands, Liu Jinbo worried about Wen Mian, who was hospitalized, hoping that these flowers would bring her some solace and strength.
Walking into the hospital's lobby, a faint smell of disinfectant hit his nose -- a scent unique to hospitals.
At the moment, the lobby was bustling with noise, relatives waiting anxiously and medical staff shuttling busily among them.
Liu Jinbo, holding a carefully selected bunch of carnations, the color of the flowers was that soft pink, their petals soft and glossy.
With a determined look in his eyes and a hurried step, he made his way through the crowd and headed straight for the front desk.
The color of the flowers was a warm pink, seemingly echoing his current mood.
