Ling Momo stepped forward, took the smashed apple from the bedside, and then considerately added another pillow behind Li Qingshen to make him more comfortable.
Ling Momo asked softly, "How do you feel? Better?"
Li Qingshen, hearing Ling Momo's tender voice at his ear, instantly came back to reality, turned his head towards the sound, blinked slightly, nodded, but said nothing.
Ling Momo was used to Li Qingshen's reticence and continued on her own, "Would you like some fruit?"
Li Qingshen muttered an "Mm."
Ling Momo picked a larger apple, washed it, took a knife, cut it into small pieces, placed them in a plastic container, then took a toothpick and handed it to Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen held the plastic container in one hand and the toothpick in the other, and it took him a while to aim at the container, sometimes missing the apple pieces.
Su Chen and Qin Sheng watched this scene and continued to teasingly laugh at Li Qingshen.
