Fang Zhihan came out again very soon and this time the bulb glowing outside the ICU room also switched off when he stepped out.
He had just removed his mask when he saw that scene in front of his eyes.
Mo Roulan was in He Jian's arms and he could see that her shoulders were shaking lightly every few seconds. He Jian's hand was stroking her back and he seemed to be whispering something in her ears because he could see his lips moving.
Fang Zhihan stood at the same spot for a few moments until He Jian's eyes fell on him and he looked at him with raised eyebrows as if asking how Mo Chen was now.
Fang Zhihan nodded his head in assurance and relief flashed through He Jian's eyes.
He could feel his shirt getting wet with Mo Roulan's tears. She was crying too much and for a very long time.
He Jian concluded that this incident has scared Mo Roulan very much.
His anger on Zhu family only increased with this thought.
"Lanlan…"
He whispered softly and loosened his tight yet gentle hold around Mo Roulan.
"See…Zhihan has come out. Don't you want to know how Mo Chen is now?"
Before he had thought that if Mo Roulan cried then it would be much better than her sitting silent and blankly like that. However, now he could not bear to see her tears also.
It was only her smile that made his day. Everything else except that would never suit her in his eyes.
Mo Roulan nodded her head lightly after she heard He Jian's words. Now she was feeling a little better. When she turned her head a little, she saw that Fang Zhihan was really standing just a few steps away.
However, she was too embarrassed to go to Fang Zhihan in this state and ask him how was Mo Chen. Perhaps it was because of her past life where she always had been so weak and obedient in front of everyone related to He Jian and He Jian himself, she didn't want to look weak now.
Perhaps she regretted being weak at that time and now she didn't want to do the same.
As if understanding what she was thinking, He Jian very normally took out his handkerchief and raised his hand to wipe Mo Roulan's teary face.
Mo Roulan was a little startled and wanted to take the handkerchief from him, however, He Jian moved his hand away and said gently.
"Don't move your arms. That ointment on your scratches is already smeared all over your shirt."
Hearing this, Mo Roulan looked down on her shirt. However, she was not much worried about this as her shirt was already very soiled because of all that happened yesterday.
But she was shocked when she saw the ointment smeared on He Jian's coat. He Jian smiled a little when he saw her shocked face.
"It's nothing."
The next moment, concern flashed in his eyes and he said a little strictly.
"You don't need to worry about anything. I am here to worry in your place."
Mo Roulan's heart was surely warmed by these words. She gulped the bile of emotions rising in her throat and her eyes started to go teary again.
It felt nice to hear those words even if He Jian didn't really mean them though she knew that he really meant them.
Even in her past life, he was always there for her until everything fell out between them.
On the day she came to know that Mo Chen was dead in her previous life, she had hated herself very much but very conveniently she had transferred a very large part of that hatred to He Jian too.
She had thought that if she had not been so attentive towards him then she would have tried to find Mo Chen before and perhaps she would have been able to save Mo Chen though she was not sure at that time.
She thought that He Jian was responsible for making her lose her brother.
And then on that same day when she died, she told him that she hated him very much. That she wished she had never met him. That she would never want to love him again.
How immature she was at that time to do all that.
Mo Chen died but because of her…He Jian had no fault in that. It was only in this life that too after so many years she understood and at the same time she felt very guilty.
Just because He Jian didn't respond to her feelings in the way she wanted him to, she started to find fault in him. She started to blame him for all the miseries of her life but at the same time, she was not ready to leave him.
Her few feelings messed up all of her life.
"Mo Roulan"
Mo Roulan came out of her trance when she heard Fang Zhihan calling her.
He was now standing beside He Jian just in front of her and she could almost see the concern in his eyes for herself.
Mo Roulan thought that she must be hallucinating. How could Fang Zhihan care for her!
Did not he hate her!
But then again in this life, he didn't know yet what he knew in the past life at that time.
Her heart started to sink suddenly and she came back to life only when Fang Zhihan asked her again.
"Are you alright, Lanlan?"
This time, it was He Jian who asked her this question. Mo Roulan wanted to force a smile on her lips to ensure him when she saw that he looked worried. However, it was easier said than done.
Ignoring her all messed up emotions, she turned to look at Fang Zhihan and tried to ask him politely in her hoarse voice.
"How is Mo Chen now?"
"Very well. You can see him if you want though he won't be able to talk to you as he is sleeping."
Mo Roulan nodded her head lightly. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions and she swallowed before she let out with a great difficulty
"Thanks"
After all, it was difficult to thank a man who has threatened to harm your blood relatives once in your life.