Tang Xi looked out at the splendid night view outside the window.
She had been by Fu Tingzhou's side for over two months, and last week had been the New Year.
She lay in the hospital, without a cellphone, her only company books and the daily infusions.
In a daze, Tang Xi spoke softly, "Let's have dumplings."
Nie Xiaoyun raised her eyebrows slightly, "Dumplings?"
She thought Tang Xi wanted some exotic delicacies and immediately said, "Okay, I'll order right away."
"No need to bother, I remember there is meat in the fridge, and we have flour at home." Tang Xi looked at Nie Xiaoyun and smiled slightly, "Can you make dumplings? Let's make them ourselves."
Nie Xiaoyun was momentarily stunned.
