His tone was very affectionate, especially when he said the word 'wife', it sounded extremely formal.
It was a feeling of being respected, cared for, and cherished.
Ye Fanxing couldn't help but lower her head, looking at the flowers in front of her, feeling like her little heart was bubbling with happiness, "Should I... accept it?"
Fu Jingyu looked at her, although she felt it was a waste, but she really liked it, this was the first time Ye Fanxing had received flowers, her eyes were soft.
She felt like she had transformed from a tomboy to a delicate lady in an instant.
...
In the afternoon, when Fu Jingyu came out in his wheelchair, he saw Ye Fanxing squatting alone in the living room, taking pictures of the bouquet of flowers from different angles.
The corners of her mouth were frequently curled upwards, looking like... an idiot.
Fu Jingyu didn't disturb her, he just sat aside, quietly watching her.
Before he knew Ye Fanxing, when he was bored, he liked to stay alone.