Mo Nuan staggered into the hospital room, her steps unsteady, with Lu Chen keeping a steadying arm around her waist, ready to catch her if she fell again.

Inside the room, Mo Pingshan lay motionless, tubes running from his body, his eyes tightly shut.

Mo Nuan’s vision blurred with tears as her chest tightened painfully. She stood there silently, gazing at him.

As if sensing her presence, Mo Pingshan slowly opened his eyes. He met her gaze, his lips curving into a faint, gentle smile.

His eyes shifted to Lu Chen. Sensing something was wrong, Lu Chen guided Mo Nuan to sit beside the bed.

Mo Pingshan tried to speak,...