"I want to take care of you."
The voice belonged to Lu Heyun. His voice sounded gentle as usual.
Mo Zhiyun choked up slightly as she said, "But I don't want you to take care of me. I don't want you to pity me or sympathize with me. Please leave."
Mo Zhiyun's tone was pleading and humble.
Xu Youyou did not want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but she really could not restrain her curiosity as she stole a glance at the slightly ajar door.
Lu Heyun's back was facing the door of the ward, and Mo Zhiyun's figure was partially hidden by him. However, Xu Youyou could vaguely see he was wiping Mo Zhiyun's tears away.
Lu Heyun said, "Zhiyun, I want to take care of you. Not just for now, but in the future as well." After a brief pause, he asked gently, "Can you give me a chance?"
Xu Youyou jaw dropped, and she quickly covered her mouth to hold back her exclamation of surprise. 'Is he confessing to Zhiyun?'
