When Wei Zhengsheng returned to the ward, Yu Daiyu had been helped to sit on the head of the bed by the nurse. She was eating fruit. He walked over and checked the casts on her arm and leg. "Are they still hurting?"
"Not too bad. I've been awake for two days, and although I can't move my right arm and leg, it's not as comfortable as it was yesterday. I've gotten used to it by now." Yu Daiyu looked at him with a smile. "Have uncle and auntie left?"
"Hmm ..."
Yu Daiyu poked the toothpick into the fruit and ate it. Arrogantly, she said, "It seems that although I was badly injured this time, fortunately, I was unharmed except for the broken bones. Can I count this as a good harvest?"
Wei Zhengsheng chuckled and sat down beside her. He asked knowingly, "What kind of good harvest did you reap?"
Yu Daiyu gave him a disdainful look. He already knew the answer, yet he asked it anyway. Wei Zhengsheng took the toothpick from her hand. "Does your hand feel sore? I'll feed you."
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