e Hanchuan's slightly cold voice broke the silence in the corridor. 。Almost the moment he opened his mouth, Zhou Miao's heart skipped a beat and began to race, as if it were going to jump out of her c..."Ah!" Her chest tightened, she gasped for breath, and let out a hysterical scream!

She reached out her hand, trying to pull him back into her arms, but no matter how hard she tugged, it was useless.

The scene was as fleeting as a dream, and she suddenly awoke from her sleep. She opened her eyes abruptly, staring at the ceiling above her with terror in her eyes.

Where is she

Where's your brother

Menglan was just thinking when she suddenly sat up from the bed. But in her haste, she didn't notice and pulled at the wound on her back.

She gasped in pain, a sharp "hiss" escaping her lips.

As she gradually regained consciousness, the pain from her injuries surged through her body, causing her delicate face to pale instantly!

"Miss, you're awake"

The nurse changing her dressing saw her open her eyes, and a look of joy spread across her face. "That's great! The doctor said you are now admitted for observation. If you still don't wake up by tonight, it means your condition is very serious."

"Left for observation" Menglan's face showed surprise. "Am I seriously injured"

The little nurse didn't want to reveal too much information, so she didn't say anything and just smiled at her before going out to find the doctor.

In a little while, the door of the ward was pushed open.

As they watched, several attending physicians came in one after another, checking her body and inquiring about her current condition.

Through her conversations with them, Menglan gradually accepted reality.

As if she had been suddenly enlightened, all the events that happened before her coma flooded back to her.

As the rounds concluded and the doctors prepared to leave, Menglan suddenly reached out and grabbed Wangling's arm, her eyes filled with urgency as she looked at him.

"Bad child..."

"Don't worry, the child is fine." Wang Ling looked at Meng Lan's tearful appearance, feeling pity. She didn't say much, just patted her hand to comfort her, "Your fetal image is unstable, and you need to recuperate well afterwards. Don't worry about anything else for now, just rest."

"Fine," Menglan's voice was raspy, her throat parched and burning with a fiery pain.

Wang Ling comforted her, didn't say much else, picked up his things and left.

Soon, the ward fell silent once more. Menglan leaned her back against the bed, tilting her head slightly upward, tears rolling down her cheeks.

But the dream, it was too real.

She's still yet to calm down, unable to accept reality.

It was so real, as if her brother was right beside her. Yet, she knew better than anyone that he was gone, and would never… come back again.

Bang bang——

At that moment, a faint knock came from the door. It was very gentle, as if afraid to disturb her.

"Xiaoru," a familiar and deep male voice came from beside her ear.

Menglan was suddenly awakened. She sat up and looked toward the door.

Feng Mu was in a wheelchair, awkwardly pushing the wheels forward with his hands. He looked rather pitiful.

When Menglan's gaze fell upon his handsome face, a spark of anger flared in her eyes.

How dare he!

How dare you appear before me again!

"I heard you woke up, so I came to see... how are you doing now"

Feng Mu cautiously asked, he seemed to see Meng Lan's hatred for him, not even daring to speak too loudly.

Menglan really wanted to get angry, but after a while, a deep sense of powerlessness filled her heart.

For a moment, she had no strength to resist. All the words that were about to leave her lips were swallowed back down her throat.

She leaned against the headboard and asked in a calm voice, "Where's my brother"

"He hasn't been cremated yet. Since you are his relative, how you handle it is up to you." Feng Mu reminded in a soft voice. He himself pushed the wheelchair to the tea table and poured a cup of warm water.

He came to Menglan's bedside again and offered her water, "Drink some..."

Before her words even finished, Menglan raised her hand and knocked the cup over onto the ground.

For a moment, a puddle of water soaked the carpet!

Meng Lan glared at her, raised her hand to pat her tight chest, and smiled coldly.

"What are you drinking I wouldn't dare drink water given to me by the CEO, I don't even know how I'd die!"

Feng Mu lowered his eyes, a trace of melancholy in his pitch-black pupils. "Alright, if you don't want to drink water, then we won't."

He whispered, his voice a little raspy.

"Go, vanish from my sight immediately!" Menglan commanded coldly, not even willing to spare him a glance.

"Where to" Feng Mu asked helplessly.

There's no face left to save now, so I softly coaxed her, "I barely managed to pull you back from the jaws of death. How could I possibly leave"

"Let me stay by your side, you have a good rest, I won't disturb you, okay"

"Get out, don't disgust me!" Menglan hissed angrily.

She tried to raise her hand, wanting to slap him. As her palm rose, it suddenly dropped back down heavily.

That's all it took, such a simple action.

It instantly brought back the pain on Menglan's body. In an instant, every bone in her body ached along with it.

"Stay still." Feng Mu grasped her hands, holding back her restless body.

Seeing her face contorted in pain, her eyes were bloodshot and even a hint of moisture glistened there.

"That hurts, doesn't it" His voice was so sure.

Menglan's face was cold, and then she sneered, "What a good person you're pretending to be, Feng Mu. Don't act anymore, I find it disgusting!"

“Facing her accusations, Feng Mu’s eyes held a hint of pain.”

Then, he reached out and gently stroked Menglan's cheek with his hand, soothingly whispering to her, "If I could, I would bear twice the pain for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Menglan's eyes welled up with tears, her pearly white teeth clenched tightly against her trembling lips.

The softest part of her heart, as if struck by something, caused her pain to the extreme.

She should hate Feng Mu, but for some reason, even at this point, she still has complicated feelings in her heart.

She seemed incapable of hatred, like a puppet with its soul removed, lacking even the strength to resist.

"My brother's funeral was very simple." It took her a long time to speak, her voice raspy when she finally did.

"Good." Feng Mu replied softly.

“In the safe by my bedside table, there’s a bank card. Please get it out for me. The money inside is enough to take care of my younger brother.” Menglan spoke again with difficulty, her nose twitching and her eyes brimming with tears.

Feng Mu frowned, "I'll be responsible..."

"No!" Meng Lan coldly refused. She took a deep breath, her voice surprisingly firm. "My brother, I am responsible for his life while he is alive, and when he's gone, I will still be responsible!"

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