The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 233 Don’t Leave, I’m Taking Medicine...

The blanket had been thrown on the floor, and a cup of water was knocked over too; everywhere

there were items scattered around as though a child had caused havoc.

The little dog lay by the fireplace and whined at her, trying to convey something, yet failing to

express it.

Mo Ran searched everywhere, nothing was missing from the room except for Gu Yixuan and his

shoes!

Where had the person gone?

She went downstairs to look for him but didn’t find him, so she went outside to search.

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The doctor was a man in his thirties, who, after understanding the situation, also helped her look

for the missing person.

The two of them, using the villa as the center, expanded their search in concentric circles and eventually found

Gu Yixuan under a tree by the roadside.

He seemed to have passed out, leaning against the tree trunk, his face pale, eyes tightly shut.

Mo Ran quickly reached out to slap his face, "Gu Yixuan, wake up! Wake up!"

After slapping him for a long while, he finally opened his eyes groggily.

"Why did you run out here? Why didn’t you stay in the room?!" Mo Ran asked angrily.

He was clearly running a high fever, and had run outside without even putting on a jacket. Was he truly courting

death?

"Don’t go... don’t allow... to go..." he grabbed her hand, his words unclear.

"What are you saying?" Mo Ran lowered her head, bringing her ear close to his lips.

"I'll take the medicine... don’t leave... Ill listen to everything you say..."

Mo Ran was suddenly shaken, feeling as though something had struck a place in her heart, making her feel very

uncomfortable. An indescribable feeling, complex, impossible to explain with words.

"You cout here looking for me?" She asked in disbelief.

The man weakly nodded his head, then drifted back into a drowsy sleep, but his hand still clutched

hers tightly.

After getting Gu Yixuan back to bed, the doctor gave him an injection, fed him fever-reducing

medicine, and put him on an IV drip before leaving.

Mo Ran stayed by the bed, unable to walk away even if she’d wanted to.

He kept holding her hand; whenever she made the slightest move, he would grip it even tighter;

she could already foresee her hand turning red and swollen.

With a heavy heart, Mo Ran watched over Gu Yixuan as he slept, finding herself somewhat lost. If

she hadn’t realized it before, she understood it now.

She hated Gu Yixuan, hated him to the core. Yet, she also had feelings for him, the kind that made

her heart flutter. This feeling had been there a long tago, and she had always buried it deep in

her heart, not allowing it to take root and grow.