Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Darkness Before Dawn 7

He gently kissed Mo Qinghan’s forehead, his fingertips gliding softly across her pale and haggard face. He lightly pressed his lips, stained with blood, into a gentle, warm smile. His voice, tender and soothing, slowly emerged: “All I want is for you to be well. Leave everything else to me—I promise I’ll give you answers.”

Lying in the hospital bed, Mo Qinghan gazed at He Zheyu with moist eyes. Her lips, tinged white, trembled as she murmured, “Qingyu…”

Before she could finish, He Zheyu interjected, “The burial site has already been arranged by Han Mo.” After a brief pause, he continued, “Do you wish to see him one last time? Otherwise…”

Mo Qinghan turned her head slightly, watching the curtain flutter in the breeze. Her swollen eyes shed no tears as she spoke in a voice filled with resentment, “No need. If I see him, I won’t be able to let go. Please, just handle it for me.”

“Alright.”

She kept her head turned—not because she didn’t want to see He Zheyu, but because every glance pressed the breath in her chest tighter, making it harder and harder to bear.

“I definitely won’t be able to return to school. Please help me with the withdrawal. And lying here, every time I close my eyes, all I see is Qingyu. Let me go back to Maple Leaf Apartment—it’s quieter there.”

The air in the room was silent for a while before He Zheyu finally spoke: “I’ll have Lin Mo go with you, so he can handle anything that comes up.”

Mo Qinghan refused, “No need. What issues could there be? My health is just a bit poor; I’ll recover with some care.”

“But…” He Zheyu swallowed his words and said, “Alright. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you home, and I’ll ask Han Mo to find a housekeeper to take care of you.”

“Can it be now? I don’t wish to stay here another moment,” Mo Qinghan asked.

Just then, Han Mo opened the door and walked in. He saw Mo Qinghan had already pulled out the IV needle herself, and the medicine bottle was nearly empty, so he said nothing. Seeing the atmosphere between the two in the room wasn’t too tense, he finally felt relieved.

He Zheyu, who had been sitting by the bed, rose to his feet when Lin Mo entered and asked with a solemn expression, “Is there any problem with leaving the hospital now?”

Lin Mo, feeling a bit nervous under He Zheyu’s serious gaze, glanced at Mo Qinghan lying in bed. Though her face was pale, there was no serious issue; perhaps resting at home would be better for her recovery.

“No problem. Just rest at home, lie down as much as possible, and avoid strenuous activity.”

Still worried, He Zheyu pressed, “Are you sure?”

Lin Mo nodded, “I’m sure. But the wind outside is strong—try not to let her be exposed to it, lest she develop a lingering illness. That would be troublesome.”

Mo Qinghan, lying in bed, couldn’t quite follow the conversation between the two men. Her mind was full of questions. Was her body really so frail that even a breeze could topple her, as the legends say?

Before leaving, Lin Mo reminded He Zheyu about a few matters. He Zheyu wrapped Mo Qinghan in a hospital blanket, bundling her up like a little parcel. From a distance, only her moving eyes could be seen; it was impossible to tell he was carrying a person.

Seeing this, Han Mo immediately opened the car door.