Mo Jinrong suddenly opened his eyes and saw Lan Anran really standing in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
He pretended to be calm.
"You've been discharged from the hospital, so I wanted to see if you were feeling better," Lan Anran smiled and said.
"I'm alright," Mo Jinrong replied calmly.
Lan Anran sat down and saw a photo of the little girl on the table. This must be Mo Ying.
She wanted to pick up the photos and have a look, but Mo Jinrong snatched the photo from her.
"This is my sister, Mo Ying. She's dead!" Mo Jinrong spoke casually, but his heart was in pain.
"I know, Grandma mentioned it to me before. She hopes that you can move on."
Lan Anran tried to persuade him.
Mo Jinrong shook his head with a bitter smile.
"It won't be that easy."
He looked at Mo Ying's photo and gently caressed it.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. You probably didn't come just to see me, right?"
