In the afternoon, Mu Yan went out to attend an event, and rushed back to the hospital as soon as it ended.
As soon as she entered the ward, she saw Jiang Jingheng sitting on the sofa, scrolling through Weibo on his phone, while Mu Chen was lying on the hospital bed, writing in a diary with a pen in his hand.
The two didn't communicate, and the atmosphere was harmoniously strange.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Mu Yan could hardly imagine such a scene.
Although she thought Jiang Jingheng was the best man in the world, it was only true for her.
After all, he wasn't a central heating system that could warm everyone, even if that person was her own younger brother. She even vaguely felt that he didn't particularly like Chenchen, but she couldn't say he disliked him either. Loving him just because he was her brother was impossible.
Jiang Jingheng suddenly looked up, saw her come in, and said, "You're back."
