When Lin Nianhe arrived at the hospital, Guan Manling was leaning against the radiator, squinting in the sun.
Today, she seemed unusually spirited. Old Wu had set up a makeshift recliner with two chairs for her. Wrapped in a quilt and wearing a cotton-padded jacket, she looked much better than before.
"Sister Manling, are you hungry? How about some dumplings?" Lin Nianhe touched the lunch box, which had gotten a bit cold. "Brother-in-law, do you have any hot water?"
"I'll go fetch some water, you two chat." Old Wu was used to Lin Nianhe coming every day, so he took this opportunity to pick up two thermoses and went to get boiling water.
Lin Nianhe placed the lunch box on the radiator and pulled a chair closer to Guan Manling, asking her, "Feeling better today?"
"Much better," Guan Manling smiled weakly, her smile seemed to float on her face. "Nianhe, you don't have to come every day, it's almost New Year, your family must be busy too."
