"Mm." Mu Anran bit her lip tightly, even if Shen Muchen hadn't spoken, she would have stayed anyway.
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
Pushing open the door of the VIP ward, Mu Anran saw Yu Lingqian lying on the bed.
His hand still had an IV drip, the swelling on his face had subsided, but his complexion was slightly pale.
Lacking his usual sharpness, at this moment he seemed as quiet as a young boy.
Mu Anran's heart quivered: three years ago, when she received a phone call and hurried to the hospital, her brother and mother were lying in the hospital beds just like this.
And then, her mother never woke up again, and her brother too...
Not daring to think further, Mu Anran sat by the bed, her eyes red.
She glanced down at Yu Lingqian's hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally held it gently, "Young Master Yu, can you wake up? Please open your eyes and stop sleeping, I'm so scared when you are like this..."