Lin Guorui stared at Song Sisi's smile, momentarily stunned. How did that song go again? "You look so beautiful when you smile, just like a flower in spring..."
But no matter how beautiful this flower was, she was already spoken for—and her owner was sitting right next to her. For a brief moment, Lin Guorui felt a twinge of regret. He really should have listened to Li Xu and gone home to sleep. By staying, he wasn't just pulling an all-nighter; he was playing the role of a massive, glaring third wheel. Wasn't he just asking for it?
As the three of them were chatting, the door to the ward was gently pushed open. The patient's eldest son walked in, his face covered in an apologetic smile and a plastic bag in hand.
