The next day I woke up and saw Jiang Muxue again.

She was sitting next to me, eyes closed, with a dark blue color underneath.

What are you doing?

She seemed to notice my gaze, opened her eyes when she saw me awake, her eyes brightened, "Lin Qing, you're awake! Are you hungry? I made some chicken soup for you, skimmed off the oil with blotting paper, the doctor said you can have some liquid food, can I serve you some?"

As she spoke, she got up and moved.

So annoying.

I had just woken up, my vision was blurry, and her figure appeared blurry as well. I immediately pressed the nurse call button.

"Let her, leave, I don't know her."

Jiang Muxue's expression was pained, but she still crouched by my bedside and pleaded in a humble voice, "Lin Qing, I'm begging you, can I just accompany you? I won't say anything..."

"We're already divorced," I looked at him coldly, "Or do you think the edited audio isn't enough, the chemotherapy photos aren't enough, and you want to come and kill me yourself?"

"No, no... please, stop talking."

Jiang Muxue lowered her head deeply, her voice hoarse, and she just covered her face in pain.

I sneered, "When you stabbed the knife so decisively, what are you pretending now? Get out."

"Let her leave." I looked at the nurse and repeated.

The nurse looked somewhat embarrassed and said to Jiang Muxue, "Ms. Jiang, your behavior is really detrimental to the patient's recuperation. He's already very weak."

"Ms. Jiang?"

"Fine, I'll leave."

Jiang Muxue took a deep breath, wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and then looked up at me with a smile, "Okay, I'll listen to whatever you say."

............

That sentence suddenly dragged me back to the past.

Every time she made me angry, she would hug me, lower her voice, and coquettishly say this sentence, making me surrender.

But does it mean anything now?

I didn't say anything, just watched her get up and prepare to leave.

"Wait!"

I called out.

She turned her head and looked at me with surprise.

I said coldly, "Take your soup away, it's disgusting."

At that moment, it seemed like all the stars lost their radiance in her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head in grievance and carried the soup away.

I withdrew my gaze.

Delayed affection is truly more despicable than grass.

No, it's an insult to grass.