In the days when Wen Dongsheng was in a coma, Mo Zhifan followed Lin Ranran every day, watched her go to the hospital to visit Wen Dongsheng, and saw that she was turned away.

Seeing her wash her face with tears in the middle of the night, his handsome face was still cold, and he couldn't see any emotions in him, only he knew that the heart in his body had hurt so much that his flesh and blood were blurred.

Even if Wen Dongchen refused her to see Wen Dongsheng, she still went to the hospital every day, standing downstairs, far away, quietly watching the closed ward door.

Such days came to an end two months later.

The weather was not very friendly that day, it was windy and drizzling.

Lin Ranran had just come home from school, and the SMS reminder on her mobile phone vibrate, and when she opened it, she was stunned.

Mo Zhifan took a step forward and looked down at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number Miss Lin with no notes, please don't come to the hospital again in the future, I have taken Dongsheng away, thank you for being by his side during my absence, goodbye, don't disturb.

Mo Zhifan's eyes flowed, and he said in his heart, Wen Dongsheng, thank you for protecting my beloved like a brother during the time I was not there.

After waking up, he decided to find out this person and thank him personally, the surname is Wen, he knows.

And Xiao Lin Ranran was already in tears, and Brother Dongsheng left. His favorite brother has taken him away, and he will be happy when he wakes up.

Lin Ranran thought like this, and was happy for him, smiling and laughing but crying.

That's guilt and deep reluctance for him, and that he will be alone again.

Empty city, empty her.

The boys upstairs had disappeared since that day, and she vaguely knew that it was related to Wen Dongchen.

Wen Dongsheng's matter obviously hit her hard, Mo Zhifan looked at her like a walking corpse, lifeless, not crying or laughing.

The big talking eyes that used to be dead have also become dead.

Even when she went to the hospital to take out the list of congenital hereditary heart disease, she was expressionless, and she didn't seem to feel it in the face of the sympathetic and concerned eyes of the doctors and nurses.

Outside at this time, Lin Ranran had already woken up for a while.

"I'm crying again."

"Excuse me, how long does it take for my husband to wake up?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Mo, it won't be long." Director Cui said respectfully.

"This idiot said don't look at my memory, but look at it, I haven't seen you cry for a long time."

Having said that, he still held a handkerchief and gently wiped the man's tears, with worry in his eyes.

How could she not know how much this man loved her.

Duplicity seems to be synonymous with most women, and she gently wipes tears while chattering with disgust.

Mo Zhifan slowly opened his eyes, and the pain in his heart had not yet eased, this was really torture, no, it was more painful than being tortured.

As soon as his eyes were closed, those beautiful but lifeless eyes came to mind, and the feeling made him miserable, suffocated, and even hopeless, and he should not have been like that.

Her cry, her tears, finally when she walked out of the hospital, ignoring passers-by all the way, her face was expressionless, holding the fluttering critical illness notice in her hand, and the words congenital heart disease pierced his eyes and felt distressed.

Ah, it's about to suffocate.

"Mo Zhifan"

"Are you stupid, did you hear me calling you?"

Mo Zhifan's eyes slowly focused.

Lin Ranran blinked his big eyes in confusion, "Zhifan, what's wrong with you, why do you look at me like this, I don't know me?"

The next second, the man suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly.

Hugging very tightly, Lin Ranran was about to protest, the moist liquid on her neck made her freeze her body, followed by Mo Zhifan's choked and heavy voice, "I love you." ”

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Lin Ranran, I love you."

Lin Ranran paused, then hugged him and said seriously, "Me too, Mo Zhifan, I love you too." ”