One week later.

Rong Jincheng was able to get out of bed. He held on to the crutch Han Yurou bought for him and tried to walk step by step.

I didn't dare to go too far, so I just walked in the ward.

Han Yurou supported him and walked a few steps, when Rong Jincheng fell into her arms.

"Hey? What's wrong? Does your leg hurt? Why don't you leave? Let's go back to bed."

Rong Jincheng refused and deliberately rested his head on her shoulder.

Rong Jincheng lost a lot of weight during this period, but he was so tall that Han Yurou couldn't support him, so she had to clumsily grab his arm.

"Why don't you speak? What's wrong with you?"

Rong Jincheng refused to look up and deliberately fell into her arms: "I will feel better if you hug me."

"Rong Jincheng, did you do this on purpose?"

"You can't yell at me, I'm a patient."

"Stand still and speak properly."

"I can't stand well, my legs are broken."

"I won't care about you if you keep doing this. You can fend for yourself."

"What a cruel heart... I'm younger than you, can't you just let me go a little bit? Just a little bit, let me."

"You call me sister, and I'll let you go." Han Yurou said deliberately.

I originally thought that a young master like Rong Jincheng would have a strong self-esteem, but I didn't expect that Rong Jincheng didn't say anything or think about it: "Sister...Sister Rourou...Sister Little Fairy..."

Han Yurou died.

After pushing and pushing, Han Yurou got Rong Jincheng to the bed.

Han Yurou was so tired that she was sweating profusely, but Rong Jincheng looked calm, with an unknown smile on his childish face.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Han Yurou: "I want to eat apples."

"knew."

Han Yurou peeled the apple.

When he is discharged from the hospital, she and he will be even, and no one owes the other.

She was washing apples by the sink, her black hair spread over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with water, as she washed the apples carefully, patiently and calmly.

Rong Jincheng was sitting on the bed wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. He didn't make any trouble. He just sat quietly most of the time. He looked very well-behaved. His face was paler because he hadn't been out for a long time.

Han Yurou peeled the apple and looked up at him.

He is like this, even if he is a high school student, some people would believe him.

It looks so tender.

It reminded her that there used to be a little brother near her home who liked to call her "Sister Rou", and Rong Jincheng was the same way.

She handed him the apple.

"You have to get out of bed and walk around. You won't get better if you don't walk around. You can't stay in the hospital forever. You have to be discharged."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

He was chewing an apple, his eyes full of innocence: "After I get out of the hospital, do you still recognize me?"

"I just think that we are not the same people."

"Aren't you and Qin Haoran the same person? I haven't seen how good he is." Rong Jincheng was disdainful.

"Don't make excuses. He is him, and you are you. Everyone is different, and my way of handling it is also different. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, you're right." Rong Jincheng became even more angry.

"Don't mention Qin Haoran all the time. What does Qin Haoran have to do with you?" Han Yurou was also very angry. She didn't mention any pot. Qin Haoran's actions had made her uncomfortable, but now Rong Jincheng still mentioned it.

What to mention.

"It's none of my business." Rong Jincheng took a bite of the apple, "It's because you don't know people well, so of course it's none of my business."
Chapter completed!