Stepping into the ward, Luo Fan was still lying quietly on the hospital bed by himself, silent and motionless, just as before.
"Have a seat," Fang Ailing said, picking up the fruit from the table and preparing to take it to the washroom nearby for washing.
Xia Lu quickly took over, "I'll do it."
"No need," Fang Ailing insisted, "You're a guest, and besides, you're here to see Fanfan, there's no need for you to do this kind of thing."
Xia Lu let her hands fall; she felt that it had been better when she and Fang Ailing had conflicts in the past, but now, the two of them truly felt like strangers.
She walked to the bedside, looking down at Luo Fan's face. This was a face she used to know so well, but now it seemed somewhat unfamiliar. Luo Fan could not eat on his own and had to rely on intravenous nutritional fluids for sustenance. A year of living in the hospital had left his skin very pale and nearly transparent.
