After sending Jian Dan and the others away, Sizhe returned to the hospital room.
"Xinjie, are you hungry? We packed some congee for you when we were eating!"
"Mm," Yuan Xinjie nodded shyly.
Sizhe carefully took the congee out of the bag and spoon-fed it to Yuan Xinjie, one spoonful at a time.
Yuan Xinjie, watching Sizhe gingerly feed her the congee, felt a sweetness in her heart. She couldn't help but thank the heavens for not letting any misfortune befall her and for giving her the opportunity to be with Sizhe.
From now on, she would cherish every minute and every second with Sizhe even more.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Sizhe noticed the way Yuan Xinjie was gazing at him.
"I just think that you're being so gentle with me all of a sudden, I'm not quite used to it!"
"Are you saying I wasn't gentle enough with you before?"
"Not that, just not like now!"
Sizhe lifted his eyes to meet Yuan Xinjie's...