The next morning, at the top of the distant mountain, the sun only showed a trace of red light, perhaps because of its shyness.

Luo Weiran stayed up all night. At about five or six o'clock, she received a text message from Feng Zhaoyong, and she immediately sat up with excitement.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan was fine. Unconsciously, when she felt him sigh in relief, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

She put on some clothes casually and hurried to the temporary accommodation for employees on the second floor. She wanted to tell Xiuwan the news, but when she passed by the first floor, she smelled an aroma coming from the kitchen in the hall.

Sure enough, as she expected, Xiuwan had already gotten up and started busy making soup.

Xiuwan was well-behaved, gentle and pleasant, and had always been favored by Luo's mother. Because her two daughters had no intention of inheriting her cooking skills, Luo's mother passed almost all of herself to Xiuwan.

"It's almost ready. Help me put it on, okay?" Xiuwan, who was busy with her head down, saw her coming in and smiled softly, her eyebrows gentle.

"Xiuwan, he woke up and is fine." Luo Weiran couldn't help but smile.

Hearing her words, Xiuwan's props fell from her hands. There was a touch of relief on her face, but she felt more guilty than excited.

This made Luo Weiran frown unconsciously, "What's wrong?" She shouldn't have reacted like this.

"I..." Xiuwan started to speak, but suddenly her voice choked up and she seemed a little unable to speak. There were layers of mist in her eyes, and she still felt guilty on her face, "You don't know, it's all my fault. It almost happened."

I hurt him. If my fiancé hadn’t pushed me towards the gangster that day, he wouldn’t have been hurt..."

Luo Weiran now understands why Xiuwan always has a layer of despair on her face, that's why!

"Xiuwan, this was an accident, I don't blame you." Luo Weiran suddenly didn't know what to say, so he held her hand and comforted her.

The blame lies with that hateful man! Fortunately, Zhang Yan is sober, otherwise Xiuwan would not know how much she blames herself.

"But..." Xiuwan wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by her.

"Stop it." Luo Weiran smiled, "If you still feel guilty, then you will be responsible for Zhang Yan's food during this period."

Xiuwan nodded, as she would have done otherwise.
Chapter completed!