Gratitude
“Stop playing dumb. I can see Hai Jun is interested in you. Do you think real life is full of love at first sight like in your books?” Aunt Wen again mentioned her friends who were already grandmothers, her tone full of envy.
“Aunt Wen, I’m telling you, you definitely haven’t carefully read my books. Where do I write about love at first sight…” Xia Bing protested.
“Stop blurring the focus. Every time I bring this up, you use the tactic of playing dumb. If you really don’t like him, I won’t force you. He’s really good, really worth considering…” Aunt Wen’s words circled back, “What if he gets snatched up by another girl? Won’t you feel heartache?”
“Aunt Wen, you’re talking too early. Hai Jun and I are nowhere near close. But I’ll remember your words. If he can make me feel stable…” Xia Bing looked at Aunt Wen with silver strands in her hair and suddenly felt a hint of guilt.
Aunt Wen nodded. These things can’t be rushed. Now that Xia Bing’s attitude has softened a bit, this matter has made some progress.
“I’ve eaten enough and I’m a bit tired. You’ve prepared everything for me, so go do what you need to do, I’ll be fine.”
“I should be the one saying that – do whatever you want. I sent the manuscript to the editor yesterday, so I have a lot of free time now. Don’t worry.” Xia Bing took the plate from in front of Aunt Wen and handed her a towel.
Aunt Wen didn’t say anything, feeling a bit tired and lay down to sleep.
Xia Bing took the basin and towel to the bathroom to clean.
After finishing this, Xia Bing left the hospital room and turned to the corridor, dialing a call to Mo Yan. Since he was studying at a university in S City, he was a commuter student. Xia Bing reminded him to take care of his meals and to be careful when home alone, then hung up the phone.
Xia Bing then heard a faint sobbing sound. She looked around and found the sound was coming from the next floor of the corridor. Xia Bing heard someone crying and carefully walked down the stairs, seeing a familiar figure from above.
