Qin Yunyun watched her like this, unsure of how to comfort her.
"Mumu, what should we do? Should we go in?"
Mu Anran lowered her head, wiped away her tears with her hand, and shook her head gently, "Let's not go in, let's go back to the ward first."
Qin Yunyun nodded gently and walked back with her.
All the way, Mu Anran was somewhat preoccupied, and Qin Yunyun beside her seemed deep in thought, occasionally looking back toward Ling Li's ward, wondering about something.
Mu Anran's mind was now filled with what Ling Li had just said.
How could Brother Ling like someone like me?
I don't have any right to hope for his affection...
She, Mu Anran, was no longer the daughter of a prestigious family; now she's just a debt-ridden, kept poor college student—
As soon as she thought of "being kept," Mu Anran suddenly snapped back to reality:
She had been kidnapped and unconscious, vanished for two days and nights.
Yet, that guy, Yu Lingqian, hadn't show up once—
