Mo Qian lifted his gaze, quietly watching Ji Wei standing by the window making a phone call. She was still wearing that patient's gown, but the bandage on her head was already removed, her smooth, long hair spilling over her shoulders. The sunlight of the morning painted a warm picture of the woman embracing the flowers.
While speaking on the phone, Ji Wei's eyes lightly drooped, looking at the roses and hydrangeas in her hands, her tone no longer carried the upset she had earlier.
Mo Qian gently pressed his lips together, his expression showing relief.
About twenty minutes later, Ji Wei hung up the phone and turned around. She first found a transparent vase to place the flowers in, and then walked over to the dining table.
Mo Qian had already arranged the bowls and chopsticks neatly, and had brought out the porridge he had personally kept warm.
"Let's have breakfast."
Ji Wei seemed much brighter all over. After that phone call, the knot between father and daughter was untied.
