Dismissed

When Xu Anran woke up, it was already the morning of the second day. It was the advanced ward of the courtyard, a clean and comfortable environment.

Xu Anran's mouth formed a bitter smile.

The loneliest of them all, Mo was only hospitalized when he was sick. The familiar face appeared in his mind. Guan Jingyi, ha! Xu Anran sneered, and warned herself: "Xu Anran, haven't you had enough of suffering a loss? Have you forgotten what he did to you that day? Think of your sister back in America. "Are you going to bury the last of your pathetic pride in that man's hands?"

Just as she was staring blankly out of the window, hearing the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously looked towards the door. Looking at Tan Qiuxu who was wearing a white coat, Xu Anran felt a little disappointed.

However, he still greeted Tan Qiuxu with a smile: "Director Tan."