Is to say that i have a good eye?

In the morning, Lingxuyao entered the sickroom with a bunch of red tulips.

The woman in the hospital bed was sleeping peacefully. The needle was stuck in the back of her right hand, and the droplets in the bottle were dripping down at a steady rate. The veins and veins in the back of her hand were clearly visible.

The man skillfully took out the tulip that had been in the vase, changed the water, and replaced it with a new flower.

The flowers were beautifully bloomed, a flaming red that added a touch of color to the simple elegance of the ward.

The light and pleasant fragrance of the tulips gradually wafted around the room. It was not strong, but just right.

He sat in the chair by the bed and watched the woman for a moment.

She had only fallen asleep for the time being. Such a strong woman, she should be able to wake up in the end, right?