056: Hands-on

William Smith's happiest time in his life was these two days in the hospital.

Because he could see Amelia Clarke.

Sometimes, just looking at the person you like, happiness already overflows.

The pain in his body seemed to have turned into sweetness.

The girl bowed her head slightly, peeling an apple, carefully cutting it into small pieces, skewering them, her eyebrows and eyes exuding tender tranquility, a beauty so exquisite it resembled a meticulously drawn ink painting, captivating and ravishing.

"Here."

Amelia passed the plate of fruit to William Smith.

Wrapped tightly all around his head, with only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible, William's gaze was fixed, and his lips curled in a smile that never faded.

It took him a moment to snap out of it. He eagerly reached out to take the fruit plate, saying cheerfully, "Thank you."

Amelia smiled, "You're welcome. You ended up in the hospital because of me; the least I can do is help you with what I can. It's only right."