Zoe, on the other hand, seemed to have completely lost her mind. She showed up at my hospital room door every single day, right on time.One day, she brought an expensive health tonic. The next, she arrived carrying a huge bouquet of lilies. She'd leave the gifts outside the door without trying to force her way in, then crouch there like an abandoned dog.But I never accepted the gifts.My parents played along perfectly too. Every time, Dad would yank the door open with a cold face, while Mom would sweep the beautifully wrapped gift boxes into the hallway, yelling sharply, "We don't want your filthy gifts. Get lost!"Zoe never got angry or left. She would simply crouch among the scattered gifts, pick them up, and put them back outside the door.The next day, she would bring a new gift. Day after day, without ever seeming to get tired.One day, I felt stuffy, so I wrapped myself in a coat and moved over to the window for some fresh air. When I glanced down, I happened to see two p
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