"Honey, are you all packed up?"
Lost in thought, he heard the sound of high heels approaching the hospital room door. Turning his head, he saw a pretty girl in a pale yellow coat and a cashmere wool skirt walking in.
It was his girl.
Seeing her, his bright eyes showed a gentle smile as he closed the magazine on the table and stood up from the chair. "Yes, I'm ready. Why did you come in person?"
"What? Not happy to see me?"
She walked over, her light makeup concealing her slightly swollen eyes, looking even more radiant in the snowy weather.
Hearing him ask why she came herself, she shot him a playful glance, picked up the coat he had placed on the bedhead, and said, "Mom's cooking at home, Ying Hao took Xiaobao out. Tomorrow is Little New Year, and I want to go to the flower market. Will you come with me?"
