She still remembered the day she arrived. Lu Mo had a high fever of 40 degrees. He had medicine in one hand and was massaging mo qiange’s muscles with the other to prevent them from atrophiing.
At that time, the bedroom was almost filled with the servants and butlers who were trying to persuade her. There was also a doctor who shook his head in disagreement. However, it was as if she could not hear or see anything. Mo Qiange was in her heart, the world around her had already turned into nothingness.
Her face was burning red, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were so dry that they were peeling off. Her entire person was in a daze..
At that time, Luo Anning really could not imagine how much willpower she had to rely on to be able to support herself. Even when she had a high fever, she still had to personally take care of Mo Qiange.
In the end, Luo Anning understood that it was a kind of love.
A kind of deep and enduring love. Once it erupted, it would be unstoppable.
