向晚 was peeling an orange, her fingers twisting a segment and popping it into her mouth. She watched Hancheng bustle around the ward with amusement, then glanced at Menglan's embarrassed expression, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You really surprised me, Han Zong. You're not only good at work, but also very capable at managing your life." Xiangwan teased with a smile.

Han Cheng placed the cup of water in his palm and gently blew on it to cool it down.

Then, he gently placed it in Menglan's palm and calmly replied, "I grew up with Xinrui. I've been taking care of her since we were little, so it's not a big deal."

A sweet smile deepened on Xiang Wan's face as she raised her elbow and bumped Dreamland's arm.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes, fixed on Han Cheng, gradually filled with remorse.

"You guys chat first, I'll go ask Dr. Wang about Xinru's condition."

Noticing the heavy atmosphere in the ward, Han Cheng politely covered Meng Lan's quilt and temporarily left the room.

Watching his departing figure, the oppressive feeling around her gradually dissipated. Menglan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Towards the end smiled and shoved a piece of orange into her mouth, her eyes filled with ambiguity, "It's possible, Mengmeng. There's such a cute little meat shield silently guarding behind you. Hmm, so attentive, don't you plan to consider it?"

Meng Lan lowered her head, she was very clear about Han Cheng's feelings for her over the years. If she were still the Liu Miss of old, she would have confidence in reciprocating this heavy love.

But now, she is probably not worthy.

Hancheng was still the elegant and pampered prince from back then, but she was no longer the same person.

"If you don't want to talk, just take a good rest~" Xiang Wan patted her on the back, gave her an "I understand" look, grabbed her bag and was about to say goodbye.

No matter what, Menglan has Hancheng by her side to take care of her.

As a friend, I've done my part and feel relieved.

"Moona, can I ask you a question?" Dreamland called out to her just in time.

Yhwai stopped in her tracks, turned to face her, and said, "Of course you can ask."

Meng Lan lowered her head, her fingers twisting nervously at the edge of the blanket. There seemed to be a flicker of anxiety in her, she struggled and hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to speak to him.

"If… I mean if, during those years you were imprisoned and later sent to the Dream Institute, you had the chance to start over, would you still choose He Hanchuan?" Accompanying the words was a hoarse voice tinged with a faint sadness.

Upon hearing her words, Xiangwan's face suddenly paled, and her figure swayed slightly.

Will you choose him again?

Only those who are deeply involved will understand, love and hate have always been within a thought, is there still a choice?

At that moment, Han Cheng, who had been following the doctor just behind, suddenly appeared at the door. He eagerly followed up on the patient's condition, his voice full of concern, "Doctor, please tell me more about it. What medicine should I take? How much does it cost? I can afford it!"

He truly cares for Meilan.

Seeing this, Xiang Wan suddenly curled her lips and chuckled softly, turning to look at Meng Lan, "If I were in that situation, I would also meet a selfless Han Cheng who treated me well. Perhaps, I wouldn't choose He Hanchuan."

"Human nature is selfish. Who doesn't want someone who understands them during their most vulnerable and desperate times?"

After speaking, Menglan took a deep breath, her fingernails digging into her palms.

The pain didn't cause her to even furrow her brow, but the moment countless tangled emotions surged within her heart, a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.

To be honest, after the KTV incident, she was truly exhausted from barely escaping death.

Especially Feng Mu's questions to her, made her feel disappointed and wanted to run away.

The reason I asked A-Wai's opinion was just because I wanted to run away myself, seeking a bit of psychological comfort.

"Get some rest," Xiangwan sighed softly, her gaze complex as if she had guessed what the other was thinking at this moment.

But in the end, she decided not to say any more. The white high heels clicked on the floor, but just as she reached the door, her fingers tightened around the doorknob, yet she didn't push it open.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But love can make someone become obsessed."

"If the person who spends the rest of my life with me in the future is not He Hanchuan, I'm afraid I will never be happy in this lifetime."

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, and after speaking, she pushed open the door and left.

How many times has the midnight reincarnation awakened A-wan from her dreams, and how many times has she woken up with a sense of disgust towards He Hanchuan when she thinks about the past.

Every time she wanted to push the man beside her away, he would pull her close from behind with his strong arms. She'd hear his magnetic voice whisper her name in her ear, one word after another.

"Don't be afraid, Wanye, I'm here. I'll always be here." Every time she buried her head in his embrace and smelled the faint magnetic scent on him, her heart would inexplicably feel at ease.

So, the person you like from childhood to adulthood, isn't that also a kind of obsession?

Towards the end, Wanye also saw through everything. She hated him, resented him, loved him, and thought about him constantly. He was the only one who could bring her warmth.

The tribulations of this lifetime are inescapable, unable to be shaken off or avoided.

If He Hanchuan were the deep sea, she, in her flight and near-drowning, poured all her courage into choosing the latter!

Then, Hanchuan, ah Hanchuan, for the next few decades of my life, please continue to be good to me. ~

Bang!

Towards the end, the light dimmed. With a sigh, Menglan leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyelids fall shut in exhaustion. After a moment, Hancheng once again pushed open the ward door and entered.

He lowered his gaze, looking at the untouched glass of water on the bedside table that was slowly getting cold. His brows furrowed tightly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"I'm fine." Menglan opened her eyes, having already managed to compose herself. She looked at him, a touch of composure in her smile. "Why the serious expression? What did the doctor say to you?"

Han Cheng stood silent, walked to the bedside and filled a kettle. He poured her a fresh cup of hot water.

"Drink it."

Dream Orchid's smile deepened, as if teasing. Her tone was calm, "Let me guess, the doctor didn't tell you I have stomach cancer?"

"Hearing her carefree tone, Han Cheng's handsome face darkened a few points. His deep gaze fixed on Menglan."

I wanted to scold her a few words, but seeing the calm smile she put on to hide her pain, I sighed softly and covered her with the blanket. "Silly girl, the doctor said you haven't been good, you need to drink more water to flush out the toxins in your body, keep a good habit."

Meng Lan smiled but said nothing, taking the cup of water from him. She looked at his fingers—they were white and slender, with short, neatly trimmed nails that were very clean.

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