Actually, dying wouldn’t be so bad. Death would put an end to everything—no more sorrow.
Staring at the ceiling above her, Mo Ran felt dizzy and lightheaded. She slowly closed her eyes and fell unconscious.
In her dreams, she was alternately burning up and shivering with cold.
In extreme heat and cold, she was tormented endlessly in a world of ice and fire.
She didn’t know that she was ill, running a high fever, stricken with a serious disease.
She lay unconscious on the floor, her complexion deathly pale, her entire body sweating, but nobody noticed this scene.
Meanwhile, after leaving the villa, Mo Yan hurriedly left Banshan Garden by car.
She returned to her neighborhood and found an ATM. With trembling hands, she inserted her card and entered the PIN from the sequence of numbers pasted on it.
Checking the balance...
She was excited, shaking with anticipation. Soon, she would see a long series of digits, a number so large she couldn’t even count...
When she saw the displayed digits, Mo Yan jerked as if her whole body’s blood had suddenly frozen!
The displayed balance was not a long series of digits!!!
It was only six digits!
Removing the two decimal points, it was just four digits!
Inside the account was not two billion, but two... thousand!
She raised her hand to rub her eyes. It wasn’t a blur; it really was two thousand—definitely two thousand!
All of a sudden, Mo Yan’s eyes widened with fury.
She had forsaken two billion for a mere two thousand...
"Thud—" Mo Yan’s eyes rolled back and she fainted straight away.
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Not knowing how long she had been asleep, Mo Ran woke up to find herself in a hospital room.
A needle was inserted into her hand, hooked up to an IV drip.
She thought she had died, but she was still alive.
Gu Yixuan lay slumped over the edge of the bed, asleep. His chin had sprouted a stubble of beard, as if he hadn’t shaved in days.
Dark circles were heavy under his eyes, and his countenance was weary, as though he hadn’t slept for several days. Google seaʀᴄh novęlfire.net
Mo Ran didn’t care about his condition; she indifferently shifted her gaze towards the window.
The weather outside was gloomy—gone was the bright sunshine. Was a cold front coming?
Mo Ran slowly sat up, pulling out the needle. Blood immediately sprayed out, staining the white sheets with flecks of red like little plum blossoms.
That’s Chapter 15 for today, all updated.
(PS: Recently, I’ve been posting around 11 pm. The updates show up in the bookstore during the early hours of the next day, and the date changes to the following day. That’s how it’s always been for me, posting for the next day around 11 pm. But I noticed a few recent updates have already refreshed, and they’re dated the 28th, so I just want to clarify here that those are for the 29th. Please don’t say that I posted less on the 29th.)