"Ranran, I already know that Fu Jingyi has poisoned you. Once we find him, we will definitely be able to cure you."
Seeing that Wen Ran's expression was somewhat cold, and that she was only watching him defensively without speaking, Mo Zixuan took a step forward, his tone hinting at desperation.
Although it was a deal between him and Mo Xiuchen, he still wanted the woman in front of him to know that he was trying to help. He was too eager to prove himself, forgetting that it was a wound in Wen Ran's heart.
Her hand, hanging by her side, tightened secretively. Mo Zixuan's words seemed to remind her that she was ill, that she should not be staying by Mo Xiuchen's side.
Thinking about this, her face turned pale, but it could not be seen clearly in the dim light.
Just then, a gentle call from behind: "Ranran!"
