Even if he didn’t want her, didn’t love her anymore, she didn’t want to see him in pain. She had intended to use Black Angel to bind him to her, but she still couldn’t bear to watch him suffer.
Mo Ran frowned deeply, "Miss Gao, please take back your medicine; Gu Yixuan won’t need this stuff." Read full story at novel⟡fire.net
"It’s something I gave him, what right do you have to interfere?" Gao Zhenzhen coldly retorted.
Gu Yixuan clutched the medicine bottle, walked to the bathroom, and flushed all the pills down the drain before coming out and tossing the bottle into the trash can.
"This stuff is too harmful, you should also never touch it again."
"Xuan..." Gao Zhenzhen hadn’t expected him to be so cold and heartless.
Before he had fallen in love with Mo Ran, every time he had a headache, she would give him medicine, and though he really didn’t want to take it, he would still swallow it.
Just because he had fallen in love with someone, he was actually planning to quit Black Angel, and he had even managed to endure the first onset of withdrawal symptoms.
She realized that Gu Yixuan had never truly cared for her. Compared to his concern for Mo Ran, the affection he once showed her was like a drop in the ocean...
Tears spilled from her eyes, and Gao Zhenzhen suddenly turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Seeing her leave, Mo Ran hurriedly helped Gu Yixuan to the bed to lie down.
"Your head must be hurting a lot. There’s no one else here, cry out if it hurts, I won’t despise you."
Looking at her worried expression, Gu Yixuan felt a stir in his heart and wrapped his arms around her tightly, furrowing his brow without disguising his pain.
In front of her, there was no need to pretend anymore. He knew that no matter what he became, no matter how wretched, this woman would never despise him, never leave him.
In front of her, he could comfortably be himself without any pretense.
Mo Ran knew he was in great pain, but she didn’t look up at him. She just quietly held him, silently giving him strength and comfort.
She believed that he could definitely quit Black Angel, no matter how difficult it was, she would be there with him.
Gao Zhenzhen got into the car, held back her tears, and made an international call, "Hello, cousin, is that you?"
In a luxurious villa in Tokyo, a man leaned against the railing on the third-floor balcony, letting the breeze flutter his long hair that reached his waist.
He answered the phone, his voice very pleasant: "My dear cousin, what can I do for you?"
"Cousin, I need to ask you something."
"What do you wish to ask? Your cousin will surely have no secrets, leaving nothing unsaid."