"Wen Shimo is dead! Hahaha, that annoying bastard Wen Shimo is really dead!"
"Wen Shimo, I like you. I've liked you for ten years!"
"Wen Shimo, I don't like you. You're nothing but a scumbag! I'd rather like a dog than like you!"
"Wen Shimo, I made you breakfast. Hurry and eat it."
"Wen Shimo, I hate you. You don't deserve to eat what I make."
"..."
Han Mo saw Qiao Ran sitting on the hospital bed, with a panda and rabbit plush toy in front of her.
When she looked at the rabbit plush, her face would soften with a gentle smile, saying things like she liked him and wanted to make him breakfast.
When her gaze shifted to the panda plush, her expression hardened with anger as she shouted insults, saying he didn't love her.
And then she'd violently throw the toy to the floor, pull at her hair in a frenzy, alternating between screaming that she loved him and that she hated him, only to rush to the floor to pick up the rabbit plush and sob uncontrollably.