She learned to be an ordinary resident doctor, rather than "Miss Fujiwara."
This feeling is good.
She still couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. During morning meetings, when he stood in front speaking, her eyes would unconsciously follow him. During surgeries, when he stood at the chief surgeon's position and she at the assistant's position, she would look at his focused profile through the sterile mask. During rounds, when he talked to patients with such warmth and patience, she would stand by the side, secretly watching him.
Her heart would still race when he smiled. When he smiled, his eyes curved into crescent shapes, looking very warm. Every time she saw him smile, her heart would flutter like a little deer.
She kept these feelings to herself, never spoke of them.
She knew she didn't have the right.
Not because he is Chinese and she is Japanese, but because he has Xiao Su in his heart.
