Mu Anhan lay in the hospital bed, and the doctor was stitching the wound on her head.

Before her eyes, images flashed vividly, frame by frame.

The scenes of her and Pei Zhe interacting on the university campus in their youth.

She had only her father, and he had only his mother.

One lacked motherly love, the other fatherly love, which was the reason they could get close and comfort each other.

In their youth, it was simply a hazy emotion.

After growing up, they understood the collisions between men and women, and love that seeps into the bones.

Once the doctor finished stitching, she was wheeled out of the emergency room, surrounded by a crowd.

Leading the pack was Gu Xiaozhan, his hands braced on the edges of the gurney. "Han Han... Han Han... I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you..."

Seeing her head wrapped in bandages, he was deeply remorseful.

Mu Anhan gazed at him, curved her lips into a smile, "Husband, I’m fine. Don’t take the blame upon yourself, I don’t feel any pain..."

A little girl who used to cry over a slight cut now says it doesn’t hurt when her head is injured.

She reached out to grasp his big hand, "It was Sixth Brother who brought me here..."

She knew there was some friction between him and Mu Shaojie, but Sixth Brother cared for her too, just didn’t like Gu Xiaozhan.

She didn’t want any conflicts between her brothers and Gu Xiaozhan.

"I know." Gu Xiaozhan nodded.

Mu Anhan slightly turned her eyes to look at the others gathered around.

Shao Chen, Zhang Shishi, and Xue Xiangtong all had come.

With Gu Xiaozhan monopolizing Mu Anhan, the others tactfully left.

Shao Chen and Zhang Shishi left together.

Xue Xiangtong looked at Mu Shaojie, whose clothes were still stained with blood, "Sixth Brother, go back to the car and change your clothes first!"

"Okay." The two of them went to the parking lot together.

Mu Shaojie was still wearing his costume from the acting set, he took it off and threw it to the ground outside the car.

Xue Xiangtong picked it up and tidied it for him.

"No need to keep those," Mu Shaojie said.

"Wash them and they can still be worn," Xue Xiangtong smiled, "Besides, clothes worn by Sixth Brother can fetch a high price at auction."

"They’re yours," Mu Shaojie said.

"Wow, thank you, Sixth Brother!" Xue Xiangtong hugged them like a treasure.

...

In the hospital room.

Gu Xiaozhan stayed with Mu Anhan, "I’ve already sent someone to investigate the explosion at the film set."

"Hmm." Mu Anhan nodded, "I’m fine, you don’t have to be so tense."

She held his big hand, which was sweating coldly.

She knew he truly loved her.

He loved her passionately!

In fact, it was really strange.

Even though she thought of Pei Zhe, in her heart, he was just a boy from the past.

While the man beside her now was the one she loved most in this lifetime.

Gu Xiaozhan held her small hand back; losing her was the one thing he couldn’t bear.

If he lost her, he would go insane!

"Han Han..." he kissed her small hand.

He placed each of her fingers to his lips for a kiss.

It seemed only this way could he be sure that she was by his side.

She was still in good health—although the incident was a scare for him.

Mu Anhan too felt a lingering fear at that moment.

Surviving a catastrophe, still able to see the person she most wanted to, she softly called him, "Husband..."

He stood up, bent down again, and kissed her on the lips.

Her lips were cold and bloodless.