In the hospital ward.
Luo Ning covered her face, sobbing inconsolably. From the moment Zhang Peng himself said that it was Mo Han who had saved the person, she knew she had been wrong.
"How could I have been so foolish to believe Zhang Peng's nonsense?"
Recalling the somewhat blurry yet exceptionally tall figure from yesterday afternoon, if it wasn't Mo Han, who else could it be?
She raised her head and inadvertently saw the breakfast that Mo Han had brought, placed on the table.
It was her favorite, mushroom and sliced pork porridge.
Thinking back on the bits and pieces of the past year, tears filled Luo Ning's eyes.
Although Mo Han hadn't gone out to earn money this year, he was always the first one to get up and make breakfast for the family, and he took care of all the household chores as well.
Compared to herself, Mo Han had certainly made no small contribution to their home.
"Wuwuwu..."
