She slowly sat up, realizing that the blanket had been carefully placed over her by Pei Zhiyao. The wrinkles in the blanket touched her heart deeply.
With Pei Zhiyao's company, Wen Mian had a warm breakfast. Their conversation was sparse, but every exchange of glances was filled with warmth and care.
After breakfast, Wen Mian decided to go outside for a walk to enjoy the fresh morning air. The sunlight sprinkled on her long hair, adding a touch of gentle radiance. Her eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through any fog. However, her legs were injured, and she had to rely on a wheelchair to get around.
"Let's go out for a walk. I've almost suffocated from staying in the ward all day," Wen Mian said, her voice gentle yet firm.
"Okay, I'll push the wheelchair and accompany you," Pei Zhiyao said, his eyes filled with indulgence and tenderness.
