When Mo Xiu was discharged from the hospital, Ning An followed him back to Mo's house.

The happiest person is Xiaoduo. She and Ning An are very close, and she is very happy that Ning An can come back.

After getting out of the car, Mo Xiu stared at Ning An for a long time, looking at her aggrieved look, and raised the corners of his lips: "For those who don't know, you think I have wronged you, like an angry wife."

Ning An felt that this was wrong.

Mo Xiu had the ability to make her angry, so Ning An didn't bother to argue with him and went back to her room.

Jiang Ci said that her eyes were almost healed, and if she could endure the calm, she would no longer have to serve Mo Xiu.

This time when he came back, Mo Xiu didn't argue with Ning An anymore, and the smell of gunpowder between the two was much lighter.

In the morning, Ning An will help the kitchen prepare breakfast.

Ning An didn't know if Mo Xiu was deliberately making things difficult for her, but he would ask her to make breakfast and midnight snacks, and would not eat anything cooked in the kitchen.

Of course, Mo Xiu would also bring her some small gifts every day when he came back from the company. Sometimes it was a cup of milk tea, sometimes it was a matcha dessert, and sometimes it was lipstick and perfume that women like.

All the gifts were put into the drawer in the bedroom by Ning An.

One day, she will leave.

She will not take away anything Mo Xiu gave her.

The breath of spring is getting stronger and the temperature is rising day by day.

In his free time on weekends, Mo Xiu didn't like to go out, so he would ask Ning An to help him get dressed, or pull her to watch TV with him.

Ning An couldn't see, so she would sit with him most of the time. He would watch TV and she would listen to the sound. If he wouldn't let her go, she would have to sit with him all the time.

Mo Xiu is domineering and dictatorial.

When he asked her to make tea, she had to make tea; when he asked her to cut fruits, she had to cut them.

This day is Sunday.

When she woke up in the morning, Ning An happily ran out of the bedroom and held Xiaoduo's hand: "Xiaoduo, I can see, I can see."

Xiaoduo also excitedly stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her: "Really? Can you see clearly?"

Ning An sneered: "I don't know clearly, but I can basically see it. The words on the book can be seen even if you get closer!"

"That's great! Sister An An, it won't take many days to fully recover!"

"Yeah, I can finally see it."

"Then Sister An'an...are you leaving too?" Xiaoduo's voice lowered, full of reluctance.

"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. I have to leave as soon as my eyes are healed. I'll see you again in the future." Ning An knew that this farewell might mean we would never see each other again.

Some people are destined to meet only by chance.

"Aren't you looking forward to leaving every day? Soon you will get what you want." Mo Xiu's deep voice was a bit cold. He slowly came out of the bedroom in a wheelchair. Under the mask, no one could see him.

I can't see his expression.

Ning An could already see him, and she smiled slightly: "Take care."

"Ha." Mo Xiu didn't look at her or say another word to her, and walked out of the living room with his wheelchair.

He went to the Mo family's garden.

The sun is warm outside, the years are quiet, and the sky is blue and cloudless, as clear as water.

Mo Xiu pursed his thin lips tightly, and his thin eyes were as deep and cold as ancient well water, and he could not see the bottom. He just sat under the crabapple tree in the garden, alone, lonely, and dejected.
Chapter completed!