"I woke up early and didn't have much to do, so I came to see you," he said.
Ling Wei didn't notice anything unusual in his expression.
She must have been scared.
Mo Tingshen had personally crippled Mo Li's legs, and feeling utterly disheartened, she had jumped from the third floor, thinking death would have been better. Yet she didn't die; lying in the hospital bed, seeing Mo Suizhi bustling about to care for her, the guilt spread through her layer by layer.
She blinked away the moisture in her eyes and forced a smile, "Why come to see me? I'm fine. It's also inconvenient for you. Don't come tomorrow."
Mo Suizhi didn't say anything.
His hand rested on the railing at the end of the bed, his fingertips gently rubbing it, eyes slightly downcast. After a while, he lifted a slight smile toward her.
"Got it, I'll come less from now on."
Ling Wei suddenly felt a bitter taste in her heart, "That's not what I meant…"
What did she mean then?
