Mu Anhan lay in the hospital bed, and the doctor was stitching the wound on her head.
Before her eyes, images flashed vividly, frame by frame.
The scenes of her and Pei Zhe interacting on the university campus in their youth.
She had only her father, and he had only his mother.
One lacked motherly love, the other fatherly love, which was the reason they could get close and comfort each other.
In their youth, it was simply a hazy emotion.
After growing up, they understood the collisions between men and women, and love that seeps into the bones.
Once the doctor finished stitching, she was wheeled out of the emergency room, surrounded by a crowd.
Leading the pack was Gu Xiaozhan, his hands braced on the edges of the gurney. "Han Han... Han Han... I'm sorry, I didn't protect you..."
Seeing her head wrapped in bandages, he was deeply remorseful.
Mu Anhan gazed at him, curved her lips into a smile, "Husband, I'm fine. Don't take the blame upon yourself, I don't feel any pain..."
