The hospital cleaning staff quietly came in and cleaned the room. It took them a long time to clean up such a large pool of blood.

Even after the room was cleaned, a strong, lingering smell of blood still hung in the air.

Mo Jing stood blankly in the corner, watching all of this, her face expressionless, her eyes somewhat vacant.

She remained the same until Ling Moyuan arrived.

When Ling Moyuan saw Mo Jing's appearance, his heart ached. He walked over with his long, strong legs, wrapped his arms around her, and said with heartache, "Silly girl, why didn't you tell me?"

Ling Moyuan received the news from He Shaoqi. He Shaoqi, in turn, received the news from Lin Hao. Previously, Ling Moyuan and Mo Jing were always seen together, leading many to assume they were a couple. Now that this had happened, no one's comfort was as helpful as that of one's own loved one.

Lin Hao originally wanted to call Ling Moyuan directly, but he didn't have his number. Fortunately, Vanilla Collection and Feng Teng Enterprise had a partnership, and Lin Hao had He Shaoqi's phone number, which He Shaoqi then relayed to Ling Moyuan.

"It's my fault, all my fault. I thought their target was me, that Xu Yan would be safe here. It was my arrogance that killed her." Mo Jing murmured weakly, nestled in Ling Moyuan's arms. She had vowed to avenge Xu Yan and deal with those who had hurt her, but look at what she had done. Not only had she failed to bring those who should have been imprisoned long ago to justice, but her own arrogance had led to Xu Yan's death.

If she had been more careful, or thought things through more, things might not have turned out this way.

"Don't take all the blame on yourself. Nobody expected this to happen." Ling Moyuan felt very sorry for her. Her calm and composed demeanor made Ling Moyuan's heart ache. "I know you're upset. If you want to cry, just cry."

"I won't cry. Why should I cry? The ones who should cry are those who killed Xu Yan." Mo Jing's nose was a little sore, and her voice was choked with sobs. Her pale lips opened and closed with a strong sense of stubbornness as she said, "They killed my friend. I want them to pay with their lives, to make them pay for their blood debts." Ling Moyuan could even feel the hatred in Mo Jing's heart through her stubborn voice.

Ling Moyuan lifted Mo Jing's face. Her pretty face had her lips tightly pressed together, and she was clenching her teeth, as if she was enduring something. Although he felt sorry for her, he didn't know how to comfort her stubborn and wounded heart.

A pair of long, slender fingers lifted Mo Jing's stubborn face. Mo Jing felt her mind go blank as she watched Ling Moyuan's face draw closer and closer, letting his thin lips precisely capture her soft lips.

Ling Moyuan gently sucked on Mo Jing's soft lips, tracing the contours of her lips little by little. His careful and meticulous manner was as if he were handling a fine piece of jade.

Mo Jing smelled the faint minty scent on Ling Moyuan's body and felt the moist warmth transmitted to her lips.

A tear fell with a soft thud.

Two more tears fell in quick succession, followed by many more.

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