As long as she could hear, there was hope.
Gu Yixuan seemed very excited.
Mo Ran didn’t answer him, just let two streams of tears fall, her hand clutching his arm, and tightened slightly.
"Ranran, I love you; please hold on! For me, please hold on," Gu Yixuan urgently said.
He didn’t know how to encourage her to keep going, so he could only repeatedly ’threaten’ her with his love.
A surge of strength welled up from the depths of her heart, and Mo Ran, biting her teeth, fought against the Black Angel.
For Gu Yixuan, she had to hold on, hold on!
"I’m right here with you, no matter how much pain you’re in, I’m right here with you," he kept saying to her, comforting and encouraging her in her ear.
Mo Ran thought back to the time when Gu Yixuan’s illness first flared up, remembering her own feelings.
Heart-wrenching fear, feeling as though the sky was about to fall.
Gu Yixuan must have felt the same way at this moment.
In order not to worry him, she could only carry on. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Burying her face deep into his chest, taking comfort in his scent, she felt much better.
Once she also got rid of the Black Angel, they could get married and start their own family.
For all the happiness and beauty, enduring even great pain was worth it.
It had to be said, Mo Ran was very strong-willed. She was no longer frantic; she didn’t curl up on herself as Gu Yixuan had done, nor allow her mind to enter a completely closed state.
At this time, she couldn’t be disturbed. She was like a frightened bird, the slightest noise would cause her to collapse.
Gu Yixuan knew this well, holding her, even his breathing was cautious.
The setting sun stretched its rays through the French windows into the bedroom, the golden light gently enveloping the rigid pair, like a beautiful and moving oil painting.
Gradually, the moon took over the sky from the sun, and all returned to calm.
Mo Ran finally made it through the first onset of the illness!
Gu Yixuan gently moved his stiff body, looked at her as she fell into a deep sleep, his lips curved in a gentle smile, his eyes and brows too were tender and captivating.
His Ranran was the strongest girl in the world.
She loved to cry, had a rather cold heart, was stubborn, and sometimes her temper was so hard it drove him crazy.
But she was always the strongest.
No matter what hardships and storms she faced, she would bravely confront them, never giving up easily.
He knew, she was the world’s one and only treasure.
Thankfully, she belonged to him, not to anyone else.