The room was finally quiet after An Mo bolted out with the protesting cubs.
Xuan Long stepped closer to the bed, his large hand resting on Su Qinglan's shoulder to ground her.
Su Qinglan nodded softly at Xuan Long's words. She didn't want to explain much more.
She knew that in this timeline, An Mo didn't remember the alley, the blessing, or the sixty years of her misery.
But in her heart, she made a quiet vow. Even if he was immature and annoying now, she would slowly pay back her gratitude to him throughout this life. She would make sure he was always safe, just as he had ensured she was whole.
Han Jue, who had been watching her pale face with concern, stepped forward.
"Lan Lan, you have been asleep for a week. You must be starving, right? Let me go to the kitchen and cook something light for you. You need your strength back."
He started to turn away to head for the door, but Su Qinglan's hand shot out. She grabbed his wrist, her grip surprisingly firm.
