After hanging up, Lu Chen returned to the hospital room. Mo Nuan was awake, staring blankly at the ceiling, so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice him entering. Lu Chen’s heart ached at the sight. He walked over and stood before her. “Nuan Nuan, please don’t be like this. It worries me deeply.”

“Lu Chen.”

Her voice was soft, barely audible. He took her hand gently. “What is it, Nuan Nuan? What do you want to say?”

“I forgot to ask him something,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I never got to ask him how he really felt about my mom. He must have known her nature—she couldn’t...