The name "Yan Chu" seemed to trigger Mo Lier. She trembled, biting her lip and turning her face away. "It has nothing to do with Yan Chu. I know he doesn't like me, and I don't insist on clinging to him... You know that I've lived in agony these past three years at the Yan Family Castle."
Tang Sitian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes quivering imperceptibly.
At the mention of these three years, Mu Yunshen's gaze turned even more grim and cold. "You've already returned now, shouldn't you focus on getting better?"
Mo Lier clutched the bedding, choking on her words, "I won't take the injection... Just let them leave, I won't get it."
Mu Yunshen looked icily at the woman on the hospital bed, his brow tightly furrowed. Even while holding Tang Sitian, she could feel the tension in his arm and the chill emanating from his whole body.
The doctors and nurses stood awkwardly at the side, with the atmosphere remaining tense and stagnant.
