Waking up the next morning, Mo Ran stared at the glaring light outside the window and knew she hadn't died.
She still lived in this world, still had to face a lot of pain, many things she didn't want to confront.
She found a loose-fitting piece of clothing to wear, took a bath in the bathroom, and when she came out, there was a steaming meal laid out in the room.
It was definitely Granny who had brought it in. She didn't stay, probably not wanting to embarrass her.
That was for the best; she didn't want anyone else to see her in such a broken state.
Mo Ran had little appetite, but she knew she had to eat, otherwise, her body certainly wouldn't hold up.
After forcing herself to eat half of the meal, she really couldn't eat any more.
Putting down the tableware, she wrapped herself in a blanket and went to the balcony.
There was a wicker chair there, which she had personally bought after getting together with Gu Yixuan.