It wasn't easy, but Bai Yiran finally left, and only then did Jiang Jiu feel a bit of tranquility.
She had never explained Jiang Siyan's identity to Bai Yiran because she feared her relentless, talkative temper, especially after a victory.
Jiang Siyan entered from outside, holding a bunch of foxtail grass in his hands.
Seeing the wilted flowers in the room, he unceremoniously inserted the foxtail grass in their place.
Jiang Jiu glanced at it, "Who puts foxtail grass in their room? You couldn't be so stingy that you can't even afford a single flower, could you?"
Yet Jiang Siyan remained unperturbed, "I think it's quite nice."
It was such a trivial matter that Jiang Jiu couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
She carefully tried to rise from the hospital bed, but Jiang Siyan pressed her down, "Don't move."
Jiang Jiu resisted, "I can do it myself."
Jiang Siyan's tone was firm, not allowing for argument, "Don't move around recklessly. If you need something, I'll get it for you."
