Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 712: Are You in So Much Pain That You Can’t Sleep?
Mo Qian didn’t answer directly but took the box of medicine and said flatly, "Thank you."
Seeing him stand up to leave, Shi Ye stopped him and asked, "Has Mrs. Gu woken up?"
Mo Qian didn’t turn around. He only nodded faintly before pulling open the door and leaving.
Nighttime.
Ji Wei was sleeping fitfully, unable to stop herself from letting out soft moans.
The wounds on her body hurt so much that she couldn’t fall asleep. Before long, she opened her eyes.
The hospital room was quiet, with only pale moonlight filtering through the window.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in her ears, followed by someone switching on the small bedside lamp. Mo Qian’s tall figure loomed over her as he asked with concern, "Weiwei, is the pain keeping you awake?"
Ji Wei looked at the man’s upright form before her, her gaze shifting slightly.
His eyes were streaked with red veins. Being able to reach her bedside so quickly indicated he hadn’t rested at all.
Actually, since waking up during the day, Ji Wei had drifted between sleep and wakefulness, her mind muddled with thoughts.
She thought of the sweet days she had shared with Mo Qian in the past—and how happy they had been back then.
If possible, she truly wished she could open her eyes and find herself back in those days. Everything she was going through now would be nothing more than a bad dream.
Did she still love him?
She had asked herself this question more than once, and the answer was affirmative. But she was unwilling to admit it.
The awkwardness and inability to forgive within her heart had led her to deliberately use Jin Qichuan during the day to provoke him.
But when she saw Mo Qian leave, crushed with pain, she didn’t feel one bit of satisfaction. Instead, her mood grew heavier.
The fact that Ji Wei didn’t immediately look away surprised Mo Qian.
He knelt down by her bedside, his eyes fixed on her pale face, his gaze drenched in boundless sorrow. "If it’s hurting too much, I’ll call the doctor to come and give you a pain-relief injection, okay?"
The pain in her body hurt him deeply, too.
Ji Wei turned her gaze away and slowly shook her head.
Her face turned inward toward the bed as her pale lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent.
Mo Qian wasn’t discouraged. He continued softly, "If you can’t sleep, I’ll keep you company. I’ll talk to you to shift your focus—it won’t feel as painful that way."
His voice was uncharacteristically tender, giving Ji Wei an illusion. Before her was the Mo Qian who once adored her with all his heart, not the ruthless, cold man she had encountered at the airport.
Ji Wei’s mind was a torment of tangled thoughts. She increasingly couldn’t understand why Mo Qian seemed so different before and after the car accident.
Was it guilt?
If that was all it was, she didn’t want it at all!
Mo Qian’s words met with no response, and the room fell silent once more. The faint light from the bedside lamp outlined their faces—one pale and frail, and the other weary yet gentle.
"An An has been temporarily sent to the Ji Family, where Grandma is looking after him. Don’t worry, he’s behaving very well. This afternoon, the housekeeper sent over a video. Let me grab my phone and show it to you."
Knowing that Ji Wei’s greatest concern was likely the child, Mo Qian spoke up unexpectedly.
The man stood and went to fetch his phone. Ji Wei quietly turned her face to watch his retreating figure, and tears suddenly began to well up in her eyes.
If he had treated her so tenderly before the accident, she would have been overwhelmingly happy.
But now, all she felt was heartbreak and sorrow.
When Mo Qian returned and noticed Ji Wei hastily avert her gaze, he paused slightly.
So, she wasn’t entirely indifferent toward him after all...
"Take a look at An An." Mo Qian pulled up the video on his phone and held the screen in front of her.
Ji Wei raised her eyes and looked at the footage of An An playing with blocks. Gradually, a hint of brightness returned to her gaze.
