Yu Lingqian's eyes twinkled: If the person lying inside knew about these things, they would probably be so angry that they'd stand right up, wouldn't they?
"Brother, do you know? Dr. Shen said that your illness has a twenty percent chance of being cured."
Mu Anran's excitedly flushed face: "Perhaps to others, this number means a very low success rate. But to me, it's the greatest hope."
As she spoke, her eyes inevitably reddened, and her voice began to choke up: "Brother, you must wake up, okay? Mumu really misses you…"
Just as the tears were about to slip from her eyes, Mu Anran suddenly felt a weight on the back of her neck.
Her head was then pressed into a broad embrace.
Yu Lingqian's deep voice rose above her head, "Don't cry in front of the patient, how many times have I told you that?"
Mu Anran quietly leaned in his embrace, inhaling his light scent, feeling exceptionally secure.
The two of them stood silently like that.
