"I'm okay," Limo said, pinching Guiying's cheek with the particular fondness of someone who had been doing it since they were children and had no intention of stopping. "Stop making that face. I told you I'm fine."
Guiying swatted his hand away.
Liuxian had come further into the room and taken the chair by the window with the quiet ease of a man making himself at home, his briefcase on the floor beside him. He looked at Yang Limo with the same unhurried assessment he brought to most things.
Limo looked back at him with open and unashamed curiosity.
"So." Limo said, settling back against his pillow. "Liu Liuxian. In the flesh. In my hospital room." He looked at Guiying. "And you in bear slippers."
Guiying looked down at his feet.
He had forgotten about the bear slippers.
"They were the nearest shoes," he said.
"My baby came to the hospital in bear slippers." Limo said, to no one in particular. "I'm moved. Truly."
"And don't call me baby," Guiying said.
