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Fang Zhou’s Letter
After spending two weeks in the ICU, Fang Wenjing was finally moved to a regular ward.
Perhaps due to the kidney transplant, the once frail and listless girl seemed transformed.
Her complexion was rosy, her eyes bright, indistinguishable from her peers.
She could even sit at the table doing crafts.
When Zhang Zhiyin entered with a basket of flowers, Fang Wenjing didn’t notice.
Not until the gentle voice of the writer asked if it was an oil painting.
Fang Wenjing turned in surprise, hugging Zhang Zhiyin, exclaiming, “Sister Zhiyin! You’re here!”
Only she knew how lonely it was staying in the ICU alone!
Visitors were restricted to protect her immune system.
And once she moved to a regular ward, Zhang Zhiyin was on a business trip, leaving only her brother’s colleagues to visit.
All were older men, unable to share intimate conversations.
Zhang Zhiyin’s visit was a delightful surprise for Fang Wenjing.
Hugging the young girl, Zhang Zhiyin chuckled softly.
“If I didn’t come, someone might turn into a bored little mushroom.”
Fang Wenjing pouted, pointing to the table, playfully saying, “No way, I’ve been busy!”
She released Zhang Zhiyin, raising her half-finished work for her to see.
A teenager, her eyes were proud, vibrant, exuding youthful energy—truly the best age.
Zhang Zhiyin’s gaze shifted from her face to the item in her hands, recognizing it as a portrait.
Only the hair and eyes were completed, but Zhang Zhiyin identified it instantly.
“Is this your brother?”
Fang Wenjing nodded proudly, “Yes! It’s a new skill I learned—paint by numbers! Hehehe.”
“Not finished yet. Wow, you recognized it? Amazing!”
Zhang Zhiyin smiled warmly, softly saying, “It’s not hard.”
Fang Zhou’s face had been etched in her memory for a decade.
And in her dreams, he often played the leading role.
Fang Wenjing huffed, muttering, “Brother Siming couldn’t recognize it.”
“He thought it was someone I liked!”
“He’s old, it’s normal to be blind.”
Zhang Zhiyin calmly teased her friend without blinking.
“Hahahahaha!”
Fang Wenjing laughed heartily, clutching her stomach, her laughter filling the room, dispelling winter’s gloom.
Zhang Zhiyin pulled something from her bag, handing it to Fang Wenjing.
“Here, take a look.”
The girl took it, surprised to find an envelope.
She asked, “Who wrote this to me?”
Zhang Zhiyin nodded, “Yes, open it and see.”
As the girl quickly opened it, the letter inside returned to its original form.
It was filled with neat, eye-friendly writing.
“Ah! It’s from my brother!”
Fang Wenjing looked up in delight, her eyes sparkling, clearly pleased.
“Yes, see what he wrote to you.”
