A cup of water was soon finished.
"Do you want more?" Mo Yan asked anxiously.
"No, that’s enough. You can go out now. Have the doctor wait, and call him in later."
"Okay." She nodded hurriedly, trusting Gu Yixuan completely at this moment and thankful for him.
Thankful for how he took care of Mo Ran.
Knowing to give them space, she left the room.
In the time that followed, Mo Ran suffered several more relapses, all of which were suppressed by Gu Yixuan.
There was even a moment when she fainted from the discomfort. It took a long while for her to wake up, leading Gu Yixuan to fear for a moment that she might have died.
He held her trembling, his body taut, his mind a blank, completely stupefied.
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No! Gu Yixuan shook his head vigorously; he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her. As long as he was there, he would ensure she was safe.
"Ranran, I’m begging you not to leave me; you must hold on." He murmured low in her ear.
His voice sounded like a plea, like crying.
"I know you wouldn’t want to leave me behind. For me, please hold on, okay? If you give up on yourself, I would surely give up on myself too."
"Ranran, we don’t have our own children yet, we haven’t started our own family, you haven’t experienced the happiness of the whole world, how can you let the Black Angel defeat you?"
"You promised me you’d never leave me and would love me forever. If you love me, please hold on for me."
He never knew he could beg so humbly.
If it would help her hold on, let alone begging, he would do anything, just so she could make it through.
His voice echoed over and over; it was uncertain whether it was his persistence that moved her or she was nearly through with the Black Angel.
She heard his voice, his almost pleading whisper.
That man, as noble as a Prince, probably only lowered his head in front of her, showed such desperation only before her.
Mo Ran’s heart ached, but it was unrelated to the Black Angel.
Gu Yixuan, it was him holding her; he was back by her side.
Mo Ran reached out her hand, blindly grabbing his arm. The man visibly shuddered, his breathing rapid: "Ranran, can you hear my voice?"
As long as she could hear, there was hope.