"How are you feeling?" Song Jia asked as she placed a bunch of flowers that she had brought for her father, in a vase on his headstand and taking a seat next to him.
"Much better. They take good care of me and moreover I can slack off here all day long without worrying about any work." Song Chen joked and it made her laugh softly. "How is the work going though?"
Song Jia's mouth twitched and with an eyebrow raised she said, "I thought you weren't worrying about the work."
Song Chen chuckled before responding. "I can't help it. I am just too used to working all day."
Song Jia nodded her head and then the conversation trailed off. Neither of them had anything else to say and they just smiled awkwardly.
Here is the last post of the day. I will need some time to pick up the regular pace and I apologize for that yet again. But I assure you that I won't drop the novel. And also, for people who would like to keep in touch with me, can follow me on Instagram @_witty_vish
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