Su Muzhi's hospital room was very empty. She sat on the bed with a fashion magazine in her arms, though its cover was too blurry to make out. She had no idea whether it featured spring or autumn styles.
"Heh, why are you standing at the door after opening it?"
Su Muzhi looked up with a smile and stared at Jiang Linyuan, who stood in the doorway.
"The vase is on the left. Dad bought strawberries today. Wash them yourself if you want some."
"Little Su, I brought you a surprise today too!"
Jiang Linyuan walked into the room, with Shen Wanyu following behind him.
The smile on Su Muzhi's face paused for a moment. Looking at the roses Shen Wanyu held, she gave a soft laugh.
"Heh, an unwelcome guest has shown up uninvited."
"Little Su, don't say that. The Department Head is concerned about you. She even bought you flowers."
Jiang Linyuan changed the water in the vase and put the flowers he had brought into it.
"You're speaking up for her again?"
Su Muzhi raised her brows, her displeasure completely undisguised.
"I'm only stating the facts. You're that resentful over it?"
Shen Wanyu placed the roses by Su Muzhi's bedside, her tone calm.
"Facts? Heh, facts you made up?"
Su Muzhi glanced at the roses by her bed. They were delicate and vividly red—so bright they hurt her eyes.
"That's why you've always been so hated."
"Heh, is that so? Looks like there are still people who love me."
"Only one person?"
Su Muzhi's face darkened.
Jiang Linyuan, who had taken off his jacket, silently took the flowers out and put them back in again.
Was the air conditioning in high-end hospital rooms really this bad? Why was it so cold?
"What does it have to do