Mu Feiran escorted Mo Jinyan out of her house. She looked at his leg and asked, "Is your leg fine now?"
"Hn. It has almost fully recovered," Mo Jinyan said.
Mu Feiran said, "Really… I think that not enough time has passed yet. You should still rest well. After all, it's a bullet wound."
The corners of his lips turned up slightly. "Don't worry. I recover faster than the ordinary person."
Mu Feiran was very frustrated, but she was not related to him in any way after all. She could only stand there and smile as she watched him wave his hand and leave.
All men probably wanted to seem tough, even though she had never thought so in the past. When she had been with Mo Ding in the past, she had never thought about what a man should be like.
And Mo Jinyan was a completely different man from Mo Ding. He was very masculine. She immediately wondered why she had been so blind to like a coward like him.
