【Sister, I heard you're sick? Can I come and see you?】

I looked at the text message Chen Zihao sent me on my phone and was about to ask him not to come.

But in the next moment, I received a text message from Xu Yisui, accompanied by a photo of Jiang Xiyu carefully peeling an orange, removing the white threads from its surface.

Her message read: 【Everyone says he stayed for you, but that's not true. It's because my hand was dislocated and I had to be hospitalized. He's worried about me, so he stayed and gave up Jiang Tai's position early to take care of me.】

I stared at the photo for a few seconds, Jiang Xiyu's expression focused and serious, as if doing something very important.

I also love oranges.

But I don't like the white threads.

Every time Jiang Xiyu peeled an orange for me, he would patiently remove the white threads.

He once said to me, "Only you, this little rascal, can make me peel oranges and patiently remove the white threads. Other people, even if they begged me on their knees, can forget about it."

Indeed, during a passionate love affair, all sweet words are lies.

Now he's peeling oranges for other women, and he's just as skillful.

I thought he probably didn't have time to bother with me anymore, so I replied to Chen Zihao: 【Come if you want to.】

He sent me an emoji of a cat happily rolling in the grass and added the words "waiting for me."

When Chen Zihao came, he brought me soup that he personally cooked and fed me a few sips, but I still didn't have much appetite.

He took out an orange from the fruit basket and carefully peeled it for me.

I took a clean orange without any white threads and smiled helplessly.

Such a simple thing that anyone can do.