Jian Yang held her hand and sat by the bedside watching her. Mo Hexuan observed the quiet and warm scene in the hospital room, snorted coldly in his heart, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and turned to leave.
"Why did you bring your brother here?"
Ji Chuyun saw Mo Hexuan's solitary figure walking out and asked curiously.
Mo Hexuan raised his eyebrows lazily and said indifferently, "He was making a fuss trying to find someone; I had no choice."
Ji Chuyun laughed and looked at Mo Hexuan's face, "You're just saying what you don't mean."
Mo Hexuan didn't respond.
"Her recovery is quick." Ji Chuyun came over to stand by the window with Mo Hexuan, watching him light another cigarette, and smiled as she removed the cigarette from between his fingers. "If you keep smoking, you'll end up with lung cancer."
"Tsk." Mo Hexuan frowned, watching as Ji Chuyun tossed his cigarette into the trash can. He pursed his lips but said nothing further.
