Hospital.
When Zhao Xuan woke up, she saw Bai Ruoshu sitting at the bedside.
She immediately shrank back in fear.
"You, what do you want?"
Bai Ruoshu's rosy lips slightly curved up; if seen normally, it would feel gentle.
At this moment, however, Zhao Xuan felt she had never seen through Bai Ruoshu.
Bai Ruoshu picked a fresh apple from the newly bought fruit basket, then took out a new knife.
She peeled it bit by bit, not hurriedly, and said, "They're blocked outside by my people, no need to be too anxious, I'll peel some fruit for you, you just rest."
Zhao Xuan looked at Bai Ruoshu in disbelief.
For a moment, she even wondered if everything that had just happened was nothing but a nightmare.
Bai Ruoshu lowered her head to peel the apple, her fair fingers gripping the knife with an indescribable feeling.
"Zhao Xuan, I know what you're thinking, I advise you not to act rashly." She used the knife to fork a piece of apple and handed it to Zhao Xuan, "Eat."