Outside the hospital room.
San Fang pushed Fu Yanhe to the door of the hospital room, which was slightly ajar, leaving only a narrow gap.
When Fu Yanhe arrived, he overheard Ji Qian's voice from inside.
"I have something to tell you."
San Fang instinctively went to push the door open, but Fu Yanhe raised his hand to stop him.
Sitting in the wheelchair, he peered through the gap in the door, his eyes squinting expressionlessly, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
Inside the hospital room.
Unaware, Shen Yanhe put down her spoon and looked intently at Ji Qian, indicating that she was listening.
Under her gaze, Ji Qian's heart pounded nervously. He clenched his fists and gazed earnestly at Shen Yanhe, beginning solemnly, "I..."
"I like you."
Shen Yanhe froze instantly, her spoon clattering back into the thermos, as if she had misheard.
She had never expected Ji Qian to suddenly confess his feelings for her.
