CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 163: HAPPY LANTERN FESTIVAL

Cai Mingming strutted about with undisguised schadenfreude, country bumpkins will just be country bumpkins, no way they could compare with Weiwei, the look on Lan Tian’s face made it clear her nose might as well not be a nose, her eyes might as well not be eyes, the only thing missing was the words "I despise you" literally written on her face.

"Some people, with lofty ambitions yet fragile fates, delusionally covet what isn’t theirs to have, not even considering if their status is a match. Thinking they can take whatever they want just because of their face, shameless, if I were her, I’d have long lost the face to see anyone."

Cai Mingming didn’t call names, but who didn’t know she was insinuating Lan Tian with her veiled allusions.

The nurse who came with her glanced at the indifferent Lan Tian and tugged at her sleeve, "Stop it, Mingming, we’ve finished the check-up, let’s hurry on, other patients are waiting!"

Lan Tian’s expression remained faint as she finished that Chapter and flipped to the next page, not even lifting her head as she nodded, "Indeed, without a face to be seen."

Zhou Yuwei stole another person’s man relying just on that face, after all.

"Best you recognize your own situation, go back where you came from, don’t embarrass yourself here, hmph." Having packed up, Cai Mingming walked away like a victorious peacock, head held high.

Lan Tian pursed her lips and smiled, continuing to read her book.

The nurse who came with her apologetically looked at Lan Tian, seeing her engrossed in the book, seemingly indifferent to them, and followed Cai Mingming away in embarrassment.

Lan Tian had been keeping vigil alone in the hospital for a week, quietly giving Mo Junhua acupuncture in the calm of the night. A week of acupuncture suggested the treatment was still lacking, so Mo Junhua had yet to wake up.

Looking at the unawakened person on the bed, a dark light flickered in her eyes. She didn’t have so much time to spend on him. Remembering her encounter with Chu Yang in the corridor during the day, she leaned close to Mo Junhua’s ear, her words tender as water — to the uninformed, it might sound like sweet nothings.

"Mo Junhua, how long are you planning to sleep? Are you enjoying flying with your beloved in your dream so much that you can’t bear to wake up?"

Of course not!

Mo Junhua was inwardly anxious, his eyes rolling under his closed lids — he couldn’t see what was happening outside in the past few days, but he could feel and hear.

He hadn’t finished seeing the events in his dream. A lot had happened between him and Lan Tian. He knew Lan Tian was tormenting him from outside, and he didn’t want to wake up yet. He wanted to see the end of the dream, to know everything that had transpired between him and Lan Tian. His gut told him it was important.

He was aware that someone was taking care of him from the outside world — Jiang Xiaoshan and Su Qing had returned from the front lines and had been looking after him in the hospital.

He was at the part of his past life where Lan Tian was driven away by Zhou Yuwei and when the he from his past life found out, after years of endurance, he finally exploded, initiating a series of revenge. As for what became of Zhou Yuwei in the end, Mo Junhua didn’t care; he was only concerned if Lan Tian was found later.

He had personally experienced the girl’s tricks, having eaten a meal she made, which was enough to leave him debilitated and half-dead. These past few days had been unbearably painful, his ten fingers linked to his heart, throbbing to the bone, almost wishing to scrape a layer of flesh off to alleviate the agony, tsk tsk...

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, just now in the corridor I bumped into Chu Yang, he invited me to watch a movie tonight, a war film called "Double-barreled Granny". I heard it’s a good movie from classmates, really. Do you think I should go?"

Mo Junhua: "..."

He knew this girl was up to no good, appearing honest but all day thinking about how to ditch him. Just a few days at the hospital and she’s already impatient, with this attitude, the moment he leaves, she’ll surely bring a man back.

No, the rebellious brat must be watched.

"Ah, a while back, my aunt made me a few new dresses, quite pretty. One is a fiery red, mid-sleeve, heart-shaped neckline, knee-length, cinched at the waist — my classmates said it looks like just a span wide, I also think it looks good. And there’s a sky-blue one with a puffy neckline, and a plaid dress — all of them pretty. Which do you think I should wear?"

Lan Tian appeared to be asking for Mo Junhua’s opinion while also seeming to be talking to herself, like a young girl nervous about what to wear on her first date.

Mo Junhua was nearly angered to the point of passing out. Very well, Chu Yang, you dare to try and steal his woman, he would remember this.

"I’ll wear the fiery red dress then, Brother Junhua, you keep sleeping, I’m off now, bye!" Saying so, she left. As she stood, she ’popped’ a kiss on Mo Junhua’s face and turned to leave, her footsteps resounding heavily, as if each step landed right on Mo Junhua’s heart.