The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Tong Ran looked up with a hint of hope in her eyes. She hastily averted her gaze and turned around to fetch a broom.
Chen An searched around but couldn't find Mo Nanjue. Upon arriving, he was greeted by this scene. His gaze swept over the hospital room, noticing the disheveled sheets and the blood-stained shards of glass on the floor...
He furrowed his brows, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Tong Ran moved slowly, her lower abdomen aching terribly, "I'll clean it up. There's no need to call a nurse."
She looked like she could collapse at any moment, let alone clean. After entering, Chen An took the broom from her hands. He glanced at her disheveled shirt, "Did Nanjue hit you?"
"No," she choked a little, with nothing in her hands to hide her panic. Tong Ran skirted around the bed and walked to the window, her gaze unfocused on anything particular, "Chen An, I might have to stay here for a long time."
"Stay then, take care of your body first."
