As the familiar scent approached, Qiao Mianmian was pulled into a hug by the man in front of her. A low and magnetic voice sounded above her head. "Why are you in the rain? Why don't you have an umbrella?"
"It's alright." Qiao Mianmian reached out and hugged Mo Yesi. She looked up and smiled. "Moreover, didn't you bring an umbrella?"
Mo Yesi looked down at her and rubbed her head. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Mm." Qiao Mianmian nodded. "Let's go take a look. This is the last time I'm going to see her. I want to know what she wants to say to me before she dies."
"Alright." Mo Yesi held the umbrella with one hand and held her hand with the other as they walked towards the Rolls-Royce. "I'll accompany you."
…
An hour later, Qiao Mianmian and Mo Yesi arrived at Renxin Hospital.
Lu Rao was there too.
