Mo Rao pursed her lips tightly, not even wanting to say another word.
In Fu Ying's dictionary, there was probably no such thing as "respect".
It had been the same since the beginning!
Regardless of whether the wedding was held or not, Mo Rao decision didn't change. She would definitely think of a way to leave Fu Ying. Her temporary compromise was just to make her current situation better.
…
A week later, Mo Rao could be discharged.
Before she left, she went to see Lin Wen.
Lin Wen's waist injury had yet to recover and she could only lie down, but her complexion wasn't bad. Fu Ying hired two senior caretakers to take care of her.
"Little Wen, I'm going to be discharged." Mo Rao sat down by the bed. She was wearing a white down jacket that made her face look even paler. Her body was also even thinner than before, as if even a gust of wind could blow her down.
