The moment they entered the room together, albeit one after the other, Mo Xiuchen stopped in his tracks. Turning, he glanced at Wen Ran with a gentle expression before looking at Cheng Jia, "Cheng Jia, Ran Ran told me about the injury you took for my sake. She wanted to visit you in the hospital early this morning, but she got held up with work at the site. That's why we've only arrived now."
Mo Xiuchen's voice was deep and calm, as tranquil as water. Neither did he seem overly grateful towards his saviour, nor was he cold and indifferent. To outsiders, the unapproachable Young Master Mo, speaking so gently with a woman, was a rare sight.
Yet, Cheng Jia deciphered the subtle distinction in his words. He addressed her formally by her full name, but when he referred to Wen Ran, it was always done affectionately.
His gentle demeanor was not ignited by her presence but by the woman standing by his side. It was her who unknowingly evoked the warmth in his eyes.
