Wen Ran, with reddened eyes, stubbornly said, "I hope my brother wakes up soon, but I don't want him to worry."
Mo Xiuchen held her gaze for a moment, frowning, before he sneered, "Wen Ran, you truly don't know what's best for you."
With that, he turned around and left.
"..."
Wen Ran stood stiffly at the door of the hospital room, watching his cold departing figure. Her lips pressed together tightly, silent.
Returning to the room, Wen Ran sat in front of the sickbed. As she watched her 'sleeping' brother, sadness spread from her heart. Clutching Wen Jin's hand like she did earlier, she choked out, "Brother, I'm sorry!"
Her brother had shielded her with his body, but she hadn't been able to save their parents from the car. She had watched as the car and they had turned into ashes...
How could she let her comatose brother know such a cruel thing?
If possible, she wished it was all a dream. In this dream, she still had her parents, and her brother was healthy.
