However, she also doesn’t need to worry about Aunt Zhou becoming unemployed, as Tang Yuchen would surely arrange something for her.
With Aunt Zhou gone and Kangkang not at home, An Ruo felt the house was empty and desolate, utterly devoid of warmth.
In her life, the things she feared most were loneliness and abandonment.
And over the years, through various twists and turns, she always ended up tasting the flavor of solitude. She no longer held out hope that one day she would no longer be alone. All she could do now was learn to adapt to the loneliness and learn to be strong on her own.
After preparing and eating lunch by herself, An Ruo received a call from Mo Hua.
He first inquired about her well-being with concern before hesitantly asking, "An Ruo, could you come over and help me out?"
"What’s happened to you?" An Ruo asked, puzzled.
Laughing openly, Mo Hua replied, "I’m sick, and I haven’t eaten anything for a day."
"You’re sick? Is it serious?"
How could it be manageable if he had not eaten for a whole day?
"Wait for me, I’ll be right there." After hanging up, An Ruo changed clothes and hurried over to his place.
She had only visited Mo Hua’s home once before, and that was when she brought Kangkang over as a guest.
In twenty minutes, she arrived at his doorstep and had to ring the doorbell for quite a while before someone came to open the door.
As the door opened, she was stunned by the man standing before her.
His head was wrapped in thick bandages, his bare chest also bandaged, and his arms, palms, legs, and feet were similarly wound up in bandages.
He was nearly completely turned into a mummy.
How had he transformed into this state in just two days?!
An Ruo covered her mouth in shock and disbelief and asked him, "What happened to you? How did you get injured, and is it bad?"
Mo Hua grinned and said, "It’s not serious, just some superficial injuries. They’ll be healed in a few days. Aren’t you going to come in?"
An Ruo hurried inside and closed the door behind her.
As the man walked further in, he chuckled and said, "I didn’t want to let you know, but in this state, I can’t cook for myself. I can’t stomach outside food and I didn’t dare to tell my family, so I had no choice but to shamelessly bother you."
Following him into the living room, An Ruo saw the box of food with only a few bites taken and instant noodles on the table, and she knew his eating situation was atrocious.
She immediately expressed her concern, "You should go lie down and rest. I’ll cook for you, and you’ll be able to eat soon."
Mo Hua did not return to his room but instead sat on the sofa, leaning carefully against it, "I don’t want to lie down. I’ve been in bed for two days straight and am sick of it."
An Ruo set down her bag and sat beside him to ask, "How exactly did you get hurt? Was it during a mission? With your injuries, why aren’t you staying in the hospital? What will you do if something happens while you’re alone at home?"
Her tone was inevitably laced with reproach, which warmed the man’s heart.
No one had ever shown concern for him in that tone before...
"I don’t like hospitals, and besides, they’re just superficial wounds, nothing to worry about," Mo Hua said with a smile. He lifted his wrapped hand in self-mockery, "It’s just inconvenient to cook."
"Are you really okay?" An Ruo still didn’t believe him.
"Really, you can see my complexion is not too bad, right?" The man suddenly leaned closer to her, making it easier for her to observe his face closely.
But he leaned in too close, and An Ruo could count the roots of his eyelashes. She hesitated for a moment, never having noticed before how long his eyelashes were.