Mo Ran stayed in the hospital.
Her body was no longer in serious trouble, her eyes had been medicated and covered with gauze, which could be removed in two or three days.
However, her throat remained voiceless; even eating was painful.
After Gu Yixuan fed her a bowl of porridge and set down the bowl, Mo Yan walked in with a bunch of lilies.
"Ranran, how are you feeling today?" she asked.
Mo Ran, with her soft, flowing hair, nodded lightly to indicate she was fine.
Mo Yan placed the lilies into a vase; the pure white blossoms were holy and beautiful, much like Mo Ran's quiet demeanor at that moment.
Gu Yixuan wiped the corner of her mouth and gave her water to drink before standing up and saying, "I'm stepping out for a bit, I'll be back soon."
She nodded again, with a slight smile on her lips.
"If you need anything, just press the button by the bed, and someone will come to serve you," he said, still worried.
Mo Ran continued to nod obediently.
