In Mo Fan's heart, Mu Xin was not bad, but he couldn't do anything if he didn't love her.
Jiacheng, in a hospital ward.
Mu Xin almost never sleeps all night. When she saw the dawn, she was not happy at all, which means that her life was missing another day.
Lying on the bed, looking at the morning glow outside the window outside the window, her thoughts gradually drifted away with a sad face...
Meng Lu called Mo Fan last night, and he agreed.
But Meng Lu was not 100% sure whether he would come or not, so she couldn't tell her daughter now.
If he has something to do, wouldn’t he be even more disappointed?
Mu Xin's mind was filled with Mo Fan's figure and regrets about that unfinished dream.
"Mo Fan..." He called his name lightly and looked at the auspicious cloud in the sky, as if the outline of his sweetheart was hidden inside.
Mu Xin's eyes were wet... and sad.
She thought, she would never have the chance to see Mo Fan in her life, right?
He didn't love her at all. He drove her home yesterday, asked her to sit in the passenger seat, and had breakfast with her. This was a very kindness.
The rest, Mu Xin dared not hope for it.
Mo Fan, you must be happy... She prayed silently and blessed in her heart.
Mu Xin's condition today made Meng Lu's heart thrill, and Mu Zhenhua was also very sad.
The phone rang, Meng Lu quickly took it out and saw that it was Mo Fan!
She was not happy, but was a little nervous. Could she not come?
Menglu turned around and walked out of the ward. She was about to answer the phone when she saw two familiar figures walking not far away.
Mo Fan and Han Jiamei are here!
They didn't know which ward they were in, so they called and asked.
When he saw Meng Lu, Mo Fan hung up the phone and quickly walked towards him with Jiamei.
Meng Lu had tears of touch in her eyes. She didn't mind Han Jiamei's existence. Her eyes fell on the hands they were holding, and she was very envious.
"Aunt."
Mo Fan and Jiamei stood still and asked in a low voice, "Have Mu Xin woke up?"
"I haven't slept all night..." Meng Lu's nose felt sour, her voice trembled, and she couldn't help but want to cry.
I feel bad at first glance.
Just as Mo Fan was about to take a step inside, Meng Lu grabbed Jiamei's hand, "Miss Han, can you talk to you alone?"
Mo Fan turned his eyes and didn't allow it at first, but Jiamei let go of Mo Fan's hand, "Of course."
Mo Fan stood still and his worried eyes fell on Jiamei's face.
Knowing that he would be worried, Jiamei shook her head, "It's okay, you go in first, I'll talk to my aunt."
"Mo Fan." Meng Lu said honestly, "Don't worry, I won't treat her anything. Xinxin is already so sick. It's impossible for you to prolong your life by breaking it up."
Maybe it's because I'm petty?
Mo Fan and Jiamei looked at each other for a few seconds before he walked into the ward.
When Mu Zhenhua saw him, a light ignited in his eyes, "Is Mo Fan here?"
Mu Xin's body stiffened, as if there was a moment of tinnitus.
She was looking at the morning glow in the sky and slowly turned her eyes... and saw a long-awaited figure.
"Hello uncle." Mo Fan greeted him politely.
Mu Zhenhua couldn't hide the joy in his heart, "Thank you for your hard work." He looked at him, then looked at his daughter, and then took steps outside the ward.
Mu Xin was lying on the bed, her eyes kept falling on Mo Fan.
The glow that penetrated from the window enveloped him, and the handsome cheeks made him look more handsome.
He was tall and tall, clean, as if he could not get tired of seeing it.
After Mu Zhenhua left, Mo Fan met Mu Xin's sight and came to the bedside.