Was she simply his responsibility?
"Zichen, I feel like no matter what I do, you treat me like I don't exist, and no matter how anxious I get, I can't seem to find a place in your heart."
Qian Lan lay on the bed looking weak, but the pain on her body was nothing compared to the cold words from Mo Zichen.
Qian Lan couldn't understand Mo Zichen. He gave her hope one second and then disappointment the next. And when she had completely given up hope, he suddenly reappeared and gave her warmth.
This made Qian Lan very tired.
"Sleep for a little longer. The anaesthetics just wore off, you're going to feel a lot of pain soon."
"Go home first. Your presence hurts me more," Qian Lan said.
"It's good that you know how to hurt," Mo Zichen completely ignored Qian Lan's request as he went to pack her things and prepare a tub of water for her to wash her face.
