After Lin Li left, Lu Weizhu stood in the hospital room for a while.
“It’s a bit boring…”
Lin Li’s mother was sleeping soundly, while Lu Weiyu curled up under her blanket, taking in the good news she had brought.
“Sigh.”
Letting out a sigh, Lu Weizhu didn’t want to let the day slip by in idleness like yesterday.
“Weiyu, I’m heading out.”
Letting Lu Weiyu know where she was going before leaving, Lu Weizhu walked out of the hospital room.
She strolled down the corridor of the inpatient ward, glancing at her arm and palm where she had just taken off the bandages.
There were faint dark marks on her fair skin, which would probably take another week or two to completely disappear.
“In a way, I guess I’m pretty lucky?”
So many shards of glass had pierced her flesh, but not a single scar remained on her body.
“Still, it’s a pity I can’t take a hot shower yet…”
Lu Weizhu looked at the splint she used to stabilize her wrist.
During this time, she could only wipe herself down with a hot towel. Though it did clean her, it was nothing compared to the comfort of a hot bath.
Wandering aimlessly, Lu Weizhu found herself leaving the inpatient department.
Standing at the hospital entrance, she squatted beside the security booth, watching the endless stream of traffic on the road. She suddenly realized she had nowhere in particular to go.
White Yun’s words surfaced in her mind — if she was bored, she could go find her.
“Should I go see Sister Yun?”
She recalled White Yun’s odd behavior last night, making her a bit hesitant to approach her again.
“Go… not go… go… not go… go… I guess I’ll go after all.”
Randomly plucking a wild weed from the flower bed, Lu Weizhu picked the leaves off one by one.
Once she got her answer, she crushed the weed, its green sap sticking messily to her palm.
Lu Weizhu tossed the mashed weed into the trash can.
Walking slowly, Lu Weizhu returned to her rented apartment.
Before going to find White Yun, she wiped her body down with a hot towel.
Leaving the apartment, she looked up at the sky. The weather was nice today, not a cloud in sight.
“I really don’t want to owe Sister Yun too much…”
Lu Weizhu was unwilling to accept White Yun’s affection, nor did she want to accept her kindness unconditionally. She didn’t want to become what people called a gold-digger.
She wondered how she could repay White Yun, and how she could gently express her own intentions.
She thought of the flowers White Yun had given her.
Pulling out her phone, after a quick search, Lu Weizhu went to a nearby flower shop and bought a bouquet of pink lilies.
According to the search engine, pink lilies symbolize friendship and prosperity.
“Will Sister Yun understand what I mean?”
Lu Weizhu felt a little anxious.
She didn’t dare reject White Yun to her face—she really needed her as a friend. If she brought up White Yun’s feelings and rejected her directly, she probably wouldn’t even have a friend left, would she?
Her thoughts drifted further away. Clutching the fresh bouquet of pink lilies, Lu Weizhu made her way to the café.
Inside the café, without her presence, it seemed there were even fewer customers than usual. Even though it was normally the busiest time of morning, Lu Weizhu saw only a few regulars.
Pushing open the door, Lu Weizhu walked into the café.
Since she wasn’t working, naturally she didn’t hear the sweet welcome greeting.
White Yun was standing behind the counter, focused on making a cup of coffee.
Lu Weizhu didn’t speak either, finding a seat in the corner so as not to disturb White Yun’s work.
She placed the bouquet on the chair beside her, resting her chin in her left hand as she quietly gazed at the decorations on the café walls. Her long white hair hung down like a river of stars, giving her a languid look.
“Xiao Lu?”
A regular recognized Lu Weizhu, and also noticed the splint on her right hand.
“Oh, so that’s why I haven’t seen you lately—you got hurt.”
The speaker was a petite, blonde woman whom Lu Weizhu knew. Twenty-five years old, an influencer with hundreds of thousands of fans, and very friendly.
To be honest, Lu Weizhu was rather envious of people like her who had real skills.
“Sorry, I’ve just had the worst luck lately—if I wasn’t falling down, I was catching a cold. Couldn’t serve you all.”
With an apologetic smile, Lu Weizhu shook her head.
“Mm, it’s fine, it’s fine. Xiao Lu, get plenty of rest.”
For some reason, the influencer’s face turned red.
“Even cuter now, I really want to pat her head…”
She mumbled to herself, picked up the milk tea on her table, took a sip, and started typing away at her laptop, probably writing a script for her next video.
“Weizhu!? You came over?”
The influencer’s words brought White Yun out of her focus at work. She looked around and spotted Lu Weizhu sitting in the corner.
Carrying the coffee she had just made, White Yun walked over to Lu Weizhu.
She pushed the coffee in front of Lu Weizhu, then, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out two sugar cubes and dropped them into the coffee.
“Yeah, it’s a bit boring at the hospital, so I came over. I hope I’m not troubling you, Sister Yun.”
Lu Weizhu took the coffee and took a sip.
Smooth in texture, rich in flavor, the sugar cubes balanced out the bitterness, making the coffee much more pleasant to drink.
Lu Weizhu narrowed her eyes a little.
“How could it be trouble? I wish you would come more often. By the way, why do I feel like our Weizhu is even prettier today? Did you put on makeup?”
White Yun sat down.
Lu Weizhu’s timing was perfect—there were no new customers in the café, and everyone already present had ordered, so White Yun happened to be free.
“Mm, I tried putting on some light makeup.”
“Very pretty, even cuter than usual.”
White Yun commented with a smile.
“Mm…”
Lu Weizhu liked being complimented, but for some reason, hearing it from White Yun didn’t make her as happy as usual.
She wondered if there was some other motive behind White Yun’s praise.
“Nice scarf.”
Seeing that Lu Weizhu didn’t respond, White Yun reached out, intending to touch the scarf wrapped around Lu Weizhu’s neck.
Lu Weizhu shrank back, dodging her touch.
White Yun’s movement froze, and a fleeting look of disappointment passed over her face.
Lu Weizhu noticed the subtle change in White Yun’s expression.
“Um, Sister Yun, I brought you some flowers.”
Lu Weizhu picked up the bouquet from the chair beside her and handed it to White Yun.
“These are for you.”
“A gift for me? Thank you, Weizhu, that’s very thoughtful of you.”
Receiving the bouquet of pink lilies, White Yun felt a twinge of sadness from Lu Weizhu’s avoidance, but her gift quickly soothed the small wound.
White Yun beamed with delight. She sniffed the bouquet; the faint fragrance of lilies was refreshing.
Lilies, lilies… Was there some special meaning in this girl’s gift?
White Yun misunderstood Lu Weizhu’s intentions easily, but well, that was normal. After all, people only believe what they want to believe.
Taking a flower from the bouquet, White Yun stepped behind Lu Weizhu, leaning against the chair back. One hand on Lu Weizhu’s shoulder, she tucked a beautiful, fully-bloomed pink lily into Lu Weizhu’s hair.
A ticklish sensation touched the top of her head. Realizing what White Yun had done, Lu Weizhu grew a bit flustered.
Wasn’t this development going in the wrong direction?
Not far away, the blonde influencer quietly snapped a photo of the scene with her phone.
A lovable, adorable girl and the lively, cheerful shop owner sister—she really liked this pairing.
In the photo she took, Lu Weizhu’s cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush, while White Yun was carefully pinning the flower in the girl’s hair, her gaze holding only the girl before her.
Captioned “Pretty girls look best together,” the influencer posted the photo on her own account.
Such a lovely and warm story?