Feng Zheyu thoughtfully asked Lu Xiaoyou about her health, while Zhizhi stood aside, watching their family head with interest.
It was her first time seeing such an amiable and approachable family head.
When the family head spoke to the beautiful sister, he was so gentle, treating Lu Xiaoyou as if she were a fragile animal, as if he wanted to hold her in his palm, afraid she might get hurt.
There was always a citrus fragrance lingering at the tip of Feng Zheyu's nose. He turned his head, following the scent, and found a layer of kumquat peels in the trash can beside the hospital bed.
He recalled that there was a kumquat tree in the ward, a specially cultivated ornamental variety. This type of kumquat tree grew only up to half a meter tall but could bear juicy and sweet kumquat fruits.
While Lu Xiaoyou was in a coma, as long as he was on the island, Feng Zheyu would stay by her side.
At first, Feng Zheyu would have various flowers prepared and placed in the ward.
