I saw Huangfu skillfully doing all the things that a nurse had to do, but there was no trace of boredom or impatience on his face.
He took the towel that had been drained from the hot water, wrung it out, and then wiped Han Shaoqi's face.
The movement was so natural and skillful, as if it had been done thousands of times.
She devoted herself to taking care of Han Shaoqi and Huangfu Yao, and did not notice the two living people standing outside the ward.
In his eyes and heart, there was only Han Shaoqi lying motionless on the hospital bed.
I saw her wiping the sweat off her forehead. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Huangfu Lin's, equally delicate. Compared to Huangfu Lin's handsomeness, Huangfu's graceful face had a touch of softness.
After carefully wiping Han Shaoqi's body, she poured the water from the basin into the bathroom, washed her hands, and picked up the electric kettle to boil water. She did this very skillfully, so skillfully that the eyes of Xiaotong standing outside the door came to her.
The hair is astringent and the corners of the mouth are bitter.
Unable to bear it any longer, she pushed open the door and said, "Yao Yao."
Huangfu raised his head, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled brightly, "Xiaotong, Qianqian, why are you here?"
Xiaotong's nose felt a little sore, so she took the electric kettle from Huangfu Yao's hand without hesitation, "I'll do it, you take a rest first."
I really can't bear to see a young and beautiful girl doing these things in the ward every day.
Moreover, the other party was Huangfu Yao. The daughter of a wealthy family who had been cared for like a treasure by her brother since she was a child, one day she would be doing such menial work as taking care of patients.
But Huangfu Yao just smiled and took the electric kettle from her hand again, "I'll do it. I know this place better than you."
This simple sentence made Xiaotong and Luo Qian deeply moved.
Watching Huangfu Yao, who had never touched onion water with her fingers since she was a child, and one day she was willing to put down all her pretensions to take care of a man and never leave him, I really don’t know what kind of sacrifice this is.
After boiling the water, Huangfu Yao quickly poured them each a cup of tea, then sat quietly aside, playing with a bouquet of lilies in a vase, and said with a smile, "The nurse just sent it, how are you?
Does it look good?"
The flowers are in full bloom, white with pink hints, and bright yellow stamens in the middle, exuding a light fragrance.
Elegant and generous, with different postures, some bowing their heads, some raising their heads, and even holding flower bones in bud.
Every flower is bright and flawless, crystal clear and elegant.
"It's quite beautiful," Xiaotong said truthfully.
Huangfu Yao smiled and said, "Shao Qi likes lilies, so I ask the nurse to bring a fresh bouquet every day. I hope he can see it when he wakes up one day."
"Then do you know why he likes Lily?" Luo Qian couldn't help but ask.
Huangfu Yao shook his head, "He never said that."
Forget it, let Han Shaoqi tell Huangfu Yao the day he wakes up.
After the flowers were arranged, Huangfu Yao sat down opposite Ning Xiaotong and said with a smile, "Xiaotong, I'm really sorry some time ago. I didn't want to cause trouble to you. I just didn't want to see my brother too sad, so I came up with this idea."
This way, I want you to return to your brother and get back on good terms with him, but I don't want things to evolve to the point where I can't control you."
Ning Xiaotong shook her head, "I don't blame anyone now. I'm very content to be able to get that memory back. After all, no one wants their life to be imperfect."