He still gazed at her.
She didn't care: "There's also bacon and fried eggs, you like that. Oh, and your favorite is baked ham, right? Don't worry, I'll buy a big ham and slowly cook it for you..."
Her voice was like the chirping of unknown birds in the garden, and her smile was like the subtle fragrance of the last roses. Especially the way she spoke, light, playful, gentle, joyful, it was as if there was no pain or worry in the world.
He was most afraid of seeing a gloomy face, but she didn't have one.
The sunlight shone brightly, her smile was so lovely.
"Come, Xiaojue, let me feed you..."
She reached out to help him, surprisingly gentle.
He forced himself to sit up, his voice very weak: "Let me do it myself..."
She glared at him, playfully scolding: "Why? Do you think I can't do it well? Hey, did you forget? Once when you had a severe cold and a high fever, everyone almost isolated you, but didn't you insist on me feeding you?"
His eyes grew distant.
