ed with a lingering sensuality, was where passion lingered.—— Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!Lin Jinran indeed missed dinner, and she slept until the sun was three poles...The sun sets in the west, with colorful clouds filling the sky.

Fu Mo's tall figure was stretched very long by the setting sun as he walked steadily and heavily toward the ward.

The silent corridor, his steady footsteps echoing, one by one, each one firm and powerful.

When he reached the door of the ward, Fu Mo'han paused for a second before raising his hand. His well-defined fingers lightly tapped on the door twice, "Knock knock."

The door was opened quickly, and Xu Ronghua stood smiling, making way for them. "You're here,"

"Well, how is she" Fu Mo Han's voice was slightly low and he asked softly.

Before Xu Ronghua could speak, Lin Ruochu's sweet voice came over, "Mo Han ge, is that you"

Fu Mo Han ignored Xu Rong Hua, strode in, and saw Lin Ruochu sitting on the hospital bed with a pale face. A hint of worry appeared between his brows, "Why are you feeling unwell again"

Lin Ruochu weakly shook her head, her pale lips slowly saying, "It's nothing, I said not to tell you, but my mom still told you."

“You've been thinking about him these past few days. I thought if he came, you’d feel better.” Xu Ronghua walked over worriedly and said with concern, “Spend more time with Ruochu. Ever since she woke up, she’s been thinking about you. The doctor said a good mood helps recovery. With such a bad mood every day, where can she recover quickly”

Fu Mo's cold and stern face showed no expression, but inwardly a feeling of guilt quietly swept over him.

For a while now, he has deliberately avoided visiting Lin Ruochu. He still hasn't figured out how to confess to Lin Ruochu that he is already married.

In her absurd marriage with Lin Jinran, Lin Ruochu had not done anything wrong.

He didn't want to hurt Lin Ruochu, and he was always looking for the most minimal way to confess that would cause the least amount of harm.

Okay, I've been looking for it all the time.

"Mom, please stop." Lin Ruochu shook her head, not wanting to let Xu RongHua continue.

She tilted her head up at Fu Mo Han with a coquettish air, her expression expectant yet cautious. With an understanding tone, she said, "I really want to see Brother Mo Han, I know you're busy with work. Coming over now didn't interfere with your work, did it"

"No." Fu Mo Han's voice softened slightly.

Lin Ruochu, upon hearing this, a glimmer of joy flashed across her delicate features, "Then, Mo Han ge, would you accompany me for a stroll in the courtyard I've been cooped up inside all day, wouldn't it be nice"

The expectation of that familiar face, Fu Mo Han really couldn't bring himself to refuse, nodding, "Alright."

"Brother Mo Han is the best." Lin Ruochu raised her hand, grabbed Fu Mo Han's arm, and smiled innocently and cutely.

However, the physical contact made Fu Mo Han's sword eyebrows twitch slightly. He subtly loosened her hand and moved a few steps to the side, "Let's go."

A trace of unwillingness and hurt flashed in Lin Ruochu's eyes. She pretended not to care as she got out of bed, trailing behind Fu Mo'han's tall figure like a dutiful daughter-in-law, towards the small garden.

She gazed with obsession at the long figure in front of her, the man she deeply loved. The greed in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She wanted everything about this man.

Two people walked into the small garden. Lin Ruochu, like a sweet and lovely little girl, picked a beautiful flower and gently tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled sweetly at Fu Mo'han, asking coquettishly, "Mo Han gege, am I pretty"

"Hmm." Fu Mochen looked at her calmly, without much expression.

Lin Ruochu was beautiful, he had always known that.

Fu Mochen's black eyes saw a dandelion in the flowerbed, his brows furrowed slightly. He raised his hand and picked off the dandelion.

Lin Ruochu walked over, her eyes lighting up, "Dandelion, I want Brother Mo Han's."

Here you go.

Fu Mohan handed the dandelion to Lin Ruochu, who took it and twirled it in her hand.

He lowered his eyes to look at Lin Ruochu and suddenly asked, "Do you still remember the flower language of dandelion"in both hands as she brought it to the mobile bed. A smile played on her pale, beautiful face, "Drink this while it's hot, Zhang Ma has been simmering it for hours." 。"Lin Jinyan, why are we getting m...