At this point, his tone became somewhat stern.
Even in his sleep, he knew how important Linghu Lan was to him. When she was by his side, he slept the most peacefully. When she wasn't by his side, he felt like he was sleepwalking. After receiving so much information, he understood even more clearly that he and Linghu Lan were inseparable.
We'll be bound together for life.
But this is the real world.
Their emotions were intertwined, just as the fates of their two families were intertwined. In the real world, he had never pursued a girl. The memories of Linghu Lan that rushed towards him, every single one of them, nourished his heart, forming a vast and complex recollection that he would cherish for a lifetime.
He treated Linghu Lan with caution and respect.
He must win back Linghu Lan's love by rediscovering his identity. No matter how arduous the process, it seems to be a good start now. At least she didn't refuse when he held her to sleep yesterday.
Linghu Lan smiled.
Mo Tang now has a strong possessive desire.
She didn't feel disgusted; on the contrary, she felt sorry for her. Did traveling through time and space for so long cause a kind of sequela like autism, always wanting familiar people around so as not to feel lonely?
Throughout life, one feels as if they are constantly searching for their kind. Once they find them, they don't want to let go and want to find warmth and comfort in each other.
“I promised you, and I will keep my word. However, I will eventually leave. I need to be discharged to see my parents. I miss them very much.”
Mo Tang fell silent.
His broken body, at the current rate, will take at least three to six months to fully recover. "I understand. Live with me? Is that alright?"
He turned his head and looked at Linghu Lan solemnly.
Linghu Lan smiled. She really wanted to reach out and gently flick Mo Tang's nose with her finger, but her finger trembled slightly, stopping just as it reached his nose. "Okay!"
It wasn't difficult to agree to the request. There was no lust in Mo Tang's eyes. Just like yesterday, when he carried her to bed, he simply wanted to be with her. As the ancients said, "Pure thoughts!" That's probably what it meant.
Mo Tang's slightly pursed lips curved into a faint smile. He reached out and took Linghu Lan's fingers, gently scraping them against his nose. Linghu Lan's fingers were warm, but his nose was cool. The feeling of gently scraping his nose filled the emptiness in his heart and nourished the parched river of his soul.
The two remained silent.
Mo Tang gently held Linghu Lan's hand, looking into her wise eyes, and felt a faint pain in his heart. The sweet times they had shared attacked his mind again, and he closed his eyes in pain, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
He reluctantly let go of Linghu Lan's hand, clutched his head tightly, and blood flowed from his nose again.
Linghu Lan's heart stopped beating. She hurriedly got out of bed, ran to the door, and shouted for the doctor.
When everyone rushed in, Mo Tang's nosebleed had stopped, and she hadn't fainted like before. However, she was pale, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, as if she had lost her vitality.
Anyone who experiences continuous nosebleeds every day will lose too much blood and become pale.
Linghu Lan looked at Mo Tang with concern, hoping the doctor could give a conclusion, but the doctor happily announced that Mo Tang was fine and his condition was much better than before.
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