The last regret is loving you

reholder was He Hanchuan, after all. Every move and word she made here, he knew them all.She could endure anything, she was just worried, worried that He Hanchuan would really take action against the...Looking at Menglan's serene face, as if she had let go of life and death, his heart felt like it was being pounded by cotton, with nowhere to vent his anger.

The atmosphere in the ward was deathly still, oppressively heavy with gloom.

Dream Orchid closed her eyes wearily, her chest heaving up and down with each labored breath. She tried to inhale deeply, but the unease in her heart wouldn't dissipate!

Even if there were grudges between their parents' generations, obstacles from a grandfather figure, and the appearance of Wang Zhisan, so what

Still... it can't change the fact that they grew up like this.

Even though this fact is like a nightmare to Meilan, she doesn't want to face it. But those tacit understandings and habits have long been ingrained in her bones. To sever them, she would have to be stripped to the bone, it would hurt, very much!

But… she… was already numb from the pain.

"Liu Xinru, you've overstepped." Feng Mu's voice was as cold and harsh as ever. "You have no right to guess my thoughts. You only need to remember that what you owe me, you can never repay in this lifetime."

"You can't escape until I'm done playing!"

You can't escape... Right, he wouldn't be swayed by this woman's words.

Meng Lan didn't want to see him. In that instant when his words fell, her whole body felt like it was lying in an ice cellar, freezing cold. She stubbornly raised her head.

"Feng Mu, if one day, the truth from back then is overturned, and Liu's Group and my father are proven innocent, what will you give me to compensate"

Her voice, still not recovered, was rough and raspy, grating like rust scraping on metal.

Feng Mu's handsome face was tense, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"Feng Mu, I have never done anything in my life like killing or setting fires, or going against my principles. But the only thing I regret is loving you."

Meng Lan's desperate eyes deeply pierced Feng Mu's gaze, and entered his heart. His spine straightened abruptly, and his obsidian-like eyes were filled with anger.

Although the Menglan before his eyes was so delicate, he could knead her at will, but the wrist that clenched Menglan's arm gradually loosened its grip.

He actually goddamn couldn't bring himself to do it!

Menglan suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flickering in them. It was the first time Feng Mu had let her go so easily, leaving her with a feeling of being surprised and cherished.

But her face was calm, and she reached out to smooth her clothes.

She pushed past Feng Mu without a word, brushing against him and walking straight to the bed. She turned her back on him, pulling the covers over herself to rest.

"Bang!"

Feng Mu stayed for a moment, then heavily closed the ward door and left.

With his departure, the room fell silent once more.

Menglan's heart was filled with a deep sense of loneliness, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket, wiping away the tears from her face before forcing herself to close her eyes.

She was tired.

What kind of sentimental crap, it's not worth a mention to her now.

She now just wants to have a good sleep and recharge her energy so she can rally again.

Feng Mu would absolutely not let her go easily, and she was too lazy to continue vying for victory with him.

Now, the only person who can make her lower her guard and cater to these nuisances is her brother.

She can only take care of herself if she wants to wrest her brother away from Feng Mu's grasp!

In the car.

A pale white light from a lamppost illuminated the car, casting a ghostly pallor on Feng Mu's handsome features. His sharp fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes blazing with anger, resentment, and jealousy...

The rough voice of Menglan kept echoing in my ear.

"Feng Mu, the last regret of my life is loving you."

She regretted it.

From high school to now, Menglan has been following him around trying to please him, going to great lengths to get opportunities, and even being a very annoying presence.

But now, she actually had the courage to say such words.

And the despair on her face, the coldness in her eyes, were all devoid of any love.

She's over it, thinking of this, Feng Mu's handsome face was filled with disdain. So what, he couldn't care less anyway.

He freed one hand to untie his tie, but the knot in his chest wouldn't loosen. Restlessly, he pulled out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and gulped down most of it.

Bang!

He channeled his inner anger into strength and forcefully threw the mineral water bottle into the outdoor trash can.

No matter how he vented, Feng Mu couldn't ignore Meng Lan's words to him, his eyes revealing a blood-red color that bordered on madness.

Damn it, why does she just get to say she doesn't love me and that's it

She wants to run Not so easy!

……

After Feng Mu left the hospital room, Meng Lan slept for a full day and night, and her entire being was once again filled with energy.

She messaged several work assignments to向晚, roughly sketching out the design and discussing it.

The style of clothing that Xiang Wan needs isn't that difficult either. She started designing and painting independently during her college years, and even sold her drawings for high prices.

Without waiting long, Huanghuang sent her subordinates to deliver all the materials needed for the design to the ward.

Meng Lan picked up the brush again, her hand trembled inexplicably, and her eyes gradually became moist.

Suppressing the excitement within, I took a deep breath and focused my attention on creation.

Although she hadn't touched it in years and her hands were rusty, after all these years she had been quietly following the fashion world news behind the scenes, and inspiration still flowed like a spring.

Thrilled to rekindle the joy of dreaming, Menglan was so excited that she almost stayed up all night drawing. She had just sketched out a few drafts and quickly sent them to Xiangwan's work email.

After finishing her work, it was already dawn. Fatigue washed over her; she stretched languidly and was about to rest when Zhao Shu's phone call suddenly interrupted her.

Meng Lan answered the call, and when she heard the content on the other end, her face turned as white as a sheet. In the blink of an eye, tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Miss... Miss, it's not good. Young Master's condition suddenly worsened last night. I heard a medical team rushed over, but it's said he's barely hanging on..."

Menglan suddenly stood up, but her brain went blank with a 'buzz', and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she gripped the table.

"No, impossible, I saw Liangliang just the other day, he was fine, and even smiled at me."

She seemed to mutter to herself, then became flustered, tears flowing like a broken dam. "What am I going to do Uncle Zhao, tell me what to do"

She wouldn't think anymore, only knowing that the only hope in her life was about to be extinguished.

If her younger brother were to disappear, how would she live Why is the heavens so cruel

"Miss, the only thing you can do now is to go to Lord Feng and ask her for a chance to visit the young master. Hurry, at least... it's good to see Young Master once."

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