Slowly sitting up, Mo Ran listlessly made her way to the window side, looking at everything outside, she discovered how wonderful the outside world was, people living freely and carelessly under the blue sky, which made her feel envious.
And such a life was now a luxury she couldn't even afford to think about.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Yixuan had unknowingly walked into the room and hugged her from behind.
Mo Ran didn't turn her head, her face devoid of any expression.
She gazed into the distance and asked softly, "Tang Song is dead, isn't he?"
At that time, she only heard the gunshots before she fainted. Even if she hadn't fainted, she wouldn't have had the courage to look back.
Gu Yixuan's lips were pressed against her ear, and he whispered, "He is dead. Does that hurt you?"
"Yes, it hurts." Her heart ached; he actually had the heart to do it.
Her heart ached; how could he take such revenge on her, to hurt her like this.