Fu Huai'an's tall and broad figure suddenly popped up in Lin Nuan's mind, Gu Hanyan's news… Was he the one who released it?
Exiting the cab, Lin Nuan jogged to the door of Wen Moshen's ward but lost courage just as she was about to open the door…
Her hands clenched tightly into fists, but she lacked the strength to push the door open.
The door was slightly open and inside were the sounds of Gu Hanyan crying and Wen Moshen's deep voice speaking words of comfort.
Through the slight gap, Lin Nuan saw Wen Moshen's gaunt face and the tiredness in his features. Despite being unhealthily thin, it couldn't cover his elegance and gentleness.
"It's alright, no matter if this matter is true or false, I'll still choose to forgive you. After all, no one can handle four years of loneliness, I'll make sure this matter gets pressed down. Please stop crying…"
