"Mmm." Yun Mo let go of Yun's old man's arm, gently laying it on the sickbed, and covered the old man with the blanket.
Then he spoke again, "Qiaoqiao, don't hate Chu Nantian anymore. At least, he didn't really want to hurt you. You should give him a call."
"What should I say?" Qiao Xiaon'an felt a bit complicated, surprised that Chu Nantian would suddenly realize, "Should I thank him? I can't say those words. Besides, if he truly cares about me, I should stay further away from him, so that I won't give him any false hope. This gratitude, can stay hidden in my heart."
Yun Mo walked around the hospital bed, he kneeled next to her, stood beside her who was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was half a body taller than her. His broad palms resting on top of her head, gently rubbing it.
"When a man says he's let go, he's really let go. Unlike women who don't say what they mean. So, don't worry about him bothering you anymore."
"So, should I call him?" Qiao Xiaon'an hesitated.
