"Sure, I'll consider it." Shen Mochen fell silent for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
In the hospital, Shen Mochen sat alone by the bed. He picked up the storybook he had been reading to Yin Caiyu from beside the pillow. After opening it, he suddenly seemed lost in thought.
The bookmark was no longer in its original place.
Shen Mochen brought the book to his nose and gently sniffed, catching a faint citrus scent. As he suspected, Xia Qingrou had been here, and like him, had read to Yin Caiyu.
It's a good thing he was unconscious at the time, otherwise he would surely think the other was provoking him... Shen Mochen chuckled softly and put down the book, caressing Yin Caiyu's cheek.
But then again, Xia Qingrou seemed to be in a worse situation, like an oblivious wife serving her husband's mistress during confinement... although Xia Qingrou seemed more like the mistress.
"Haha..." Shen Mochen chuckled.
It was funny, yet not funny.
