Ji Qingwu looked directly into Mo Lingling's eyes.
"Nothing is more important than your life. Even if the clinic is gone, you can't be. Do you understand?"
Mo Lingling's excitement came to an abrupt halt.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Since the Mo family's misfortune, no one had ever told her that her life was the most important thing.
Mo Lingling blinked furiously, trying to force the tears back.
She didn't want to appear vulnerable, so Ji Qingwu pretended not to notice. She glanced around at the piles of lush, leafy thousand-year-old orchids surrounding her.
'It would be a shame to throw away such lovely flowers.'
'But having them right here would just be a constant, annoying reminder of the past.'
Ji Qingwu said, "Lingling, if you're free today, find a shop on the street that buys flowers and sell all of these."
Mo Lingling had thought Ji Qingwu bought these flowers herself, but on second thought, she understood why Wei Ting's expression had been so awful on the way here.
