Little liar.
Edward Stephens watched her speak so earnestly and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"How long are you planning to stay? I need to sleep."
"Go ahead and sleep." Daisy Ginger nodded, picking an orange from the fruit platter with great interest and peeling it slowly, "Erin and I came to see you, haven't seen enough yet."
"..." What was there to see?
Edward looked at her with an expression of indescribable complexity, "Is this how you treat a patient?"
He had been hospitalized for quite a while, but this was the first time he'd encountered a "stranger" like Daisy Ginger who seemed completely unfazed—to the point where she didn't even see him as a patient!
Look at that—does she even speak like a normal person?
Daisy Ginger shared half of the orange with Erin Ginger, and the two sat on the sofa, munching on oranges while watching him.
Edward kept a straight face, caught in a staring contest with them.
