, Lin Jinran stood blankly, not knowing where to go.Anger, grievance, unwillingness, and frustration surged in my heart, flooding like a torrent.She held back her tears, which spun in her eyes, stubbo...The scene before her was full of ironic romance. As Fu Mo'han's legal wife, she had to leave this place.
As the trees reached their autumn peak, Lin Jin's heart sank. His breathing was laced with pain, his hands clenched tightly, and his eyes were red as if he was suppressing something.
"Sister, you're weak. Go back and rest. I can take care of things here." Lin Ruochu faced her, her voice sweet with concern, but her delicate face held a chilling coldness and a hint of provocation.
Lin Jin's eyes were filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She bit her lip and remained silent, turning her body away and walking towards the door. Only her straight back maintained her last shred of pride.
Lin Ruochu lowered her eyes, a cold sneer playing on her lips. This was just the beginning. They hadn't divorced properly, and she wouldn't let it go!
Seeing the broth steaming in the bowl, Lin Ruochu gently picked it up. "Drink the soup early, don't let it get cold. Mo Han ge, let me feed you."
She spoke as she picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, and was about to feed it into Fu Mo Han's mouth.
Fu Mo Han lifted his arm without changing expression, blocking her hand. He took the spoon and bowl from Lin Ruochu's grasp and said softly, "You just recovered from a serious illness, so let me feed you."
Lin Ruochu pouted, obviously a little unwilling. Hearing that Fu Mochen was worried about her, she smiled again, "Mochen ge, I'm much better now. It's you who seems to have lost a lot of weight these past few days."
Reaching out a hand, she carefully moved towards Fu Mochen's thin cheek. Fu Mochen happened to lower his head and pick up the bowl to drink some soup.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Lin Ruochu's eyes, expertly masked. Her fingers fell carefully as she waited for Fu Mo'han to finish his soup. After he did, she took the empty bowl and placed it on the bedside table. She then pulled out a tissue and offered it to Fu Mo'han.
Fu MoHan took it, lightly pressing his lips, his black eyes gazing at Lin Ruochu, and calmly asked, "Ruochu, how have you been doing this time"
Those words struck a nerve with Lin Ruochu. Her eyes welled up, and she bit her lip in grievance, nodding pitifully. "I'm fine."
The appearance of being so careful really made people feel deeply pained.
"To be honest."
Lin Ruochu, upon hearing this, recklessly threw herself into Fu Mo'han's chest, tears flowing freely like they were worthless, "Mo Han ge, I miss you, I miss you so much."
Waves of grievance washed over her, real or imagined. For so long, Lin Ruochu had almost forgotten the tenderness Fu Mo Han once possessed, a tenderness that was once hers alone.
Once again when she felt it, she really couldn't control her tears anymore, her heart aching deeply.
This is her Fu Mo'han, the Fu Mo'han who likes her, he is back!
They did not notice that the door to the ward was not closed tightly, and a delicate figure leaned against the wall at the entrance, tears wetting her pale face.
Leaving the ward, Lin Jinran did not walk far. Instead, she stood at the door. The sounds from inside faintly drifted into her ears, like a needle pricking her skin one by one, causing pain and sorrow.
She can't listen anymore, she'll go crazy if she keeps listening.
Lin Jinran raised her hand and randomly wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. She took a deep breath and strode towards the door.
Halfway through the journey, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was Lu Liming calling. Her spirits lifted.
Lin Jinran immediately answered, and Lu Liming's voice came from the receiver, "Madam"he quickly poured a cup of warm water and carefully helped Lin Jinran up, handing it to her. 。Lin Jinran took the cup of water and carefully sipped it. The warm liquid soothed the dryness in her thro...