The bedside was surrounded by various kinds of flowers.
Lavender, roses, lilies, carnations; the whole hospital room was like a flower shop.
Jing Yiren was astonished at the scene before her.
Yue Rou, lying as if in a sea of flowers, was being fed by a tender man treating her like a delicate princess. Yet, Yue Rou looked displeased and dissatisfied.
Jing Yiren sidestepped through the flowers, making her way laboriously toward the hospital bed, avoiding bunches of flowers.
"Are you preparing to open a flower shop?"
"What flower shop? I'm using these to give to my wife. The doctor said the scent of flowers can make people feel delighted."
"..." Talking about 'wife' this and 'wife' that without even being married.
Jing Yiren walked over to the bedside table, put down her bag, and asked without thinking, "Where did you get so much money to buy flowers?"
Jing Yiren was just speaking casually, totally unaware that she had said the wrong thing.
