Late October in deep autumn, the morning sun was the best, warm yet not scorching.
Under the gentle sunlight, the marigolds in the hospital's backyard garden bloomed profusely, with small yellow and white butterflies busily weaving in and out, as Xia Yanxin and Chu Sihao strolled leisurely.
Xia Yanxin wore a white knitted sweater paired with a light green silk scarf, her clear youthful face adorned with a bright smile, her youthful vitality blossoming freely, her beautiful visage with red lips and white teeth sent Chu Sihao's heart racing.
"Brother Sihao, do you feel uncomfortable? Shall I get a wheelchair to push you?"
Xia Yanxin was worried that, still recovering from a serious injury, it would be dangerous for him to walk like this.
"Silly girl, I only hurt my head. The doctor just took a CT scan today, there's no concussion, it's all good."
"Hehe, that's great!" Xia Yanxin clasped her hands behind her back, occasionally tilting her small face to steal glances at him.
