Chapter 248 - He Is Like a Person Devoid of Worldly Feelings (1/2)

Chapter 248: He Is Like a Person Devoid of Worldly Feelings

“Chatting means accompanying me to chat.” Shen Qianshu was sick, and she lost the usual gentleness in her voice. Now, her voice was a little hoarse.

“Where are you?” From the phone’s camera, the view of the image was not as wide. There were limited beds in the hospital, and many people were being admitted at this time. There were not enough beds for everyone, and thus she sat in the corridor while hanging her IV drip. The background was a clear white wall.

“I’m in the hospital, getting a drip,” Shen Qianshu said. “I had a slight fever, but I’m feeling better now.”

“Why are you sick?” His voice was cold and hard as if displeased with the flu virus.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a slight fever. I will be fine after the drip and a night of good sleep.”

“Who’s worried for you?”

The corners of Shen Qianshu’s lips curved up slightly. She was used to his cold remarks and thus did not take them to heart at all. She lightly rested her head on her hands and smiled at Ye Ling. Her gaze went past Ye Ling towards the exquisite view outside his window.

In a land of snow, the orange setting sun was shining on the whole winter wonderland, causing it to appear like an oil painting. Shen Qianshu’s heart skipped a beat. “How beautiful!” She exclaimed.

“Me?”

Shen Qianshu was speechless.

Every time she chatted with Ye Ling, he would make her speechless.

He was really not a good person to chat with, but it happened to be a really genuine question.

“You’re beautiful, and the scenery is also beautiful,” Shen Qianshu said. Ye Ling turned and looked out of the window with a cold expression. He took up his phone, walked towards the windowsill, changed the camera’s direction, and showed her Iceland’s sunset.

For the past few days, it had always been snowing. The rooftops of the sky blue architecture were covered with snow, turning it into a breathtaking winter wonderland. The whole land was in a myriad of colors, and the plain white snow was wrapped in sporadic colors, forming a gorgeous drawing.

In the image, Ye Ling did not seem to be someone living in this bustling, mundane world.

She faintly recalled the past. Was he not always like that for the past seven years?

He was like a person devoid of worldly feelings.

Fulfilling her wishful thinking.