Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King
The room was filled with flowers—dozens of them, arranged in elegant vases and spilling across every surface.
There were sunflowers, their bright yellow faces almost glowing in the light, mixed with delicate pink roses and clusters of white lilies. Daisies sat cheerfully in a small pot near the window, while a cascade of purple orchids draped gracefully from a tall vase. The scent was intoxicating, a blend of floral notes that seemed to brighten even the sterile hospital air.
On the bedside table, a colorful fruit basket caught my eye. It was overflowing with fresh grapes, shiny red apples, bananas, and plump strawberries. There was even a small jar of honey nestled among the fruit.
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