It was a kind of feeling that couldn't be described, because no words could capture it.
No need to nurture it, no need to protect it, no need to worry or fear, not even the need to spend time caring...
Because it would always be there, never leaving...
The room was not lit, the streetlights from the garden filtered through the sheer curtains, wrapping the man's shoulders in an orange hue. Mo Nanjue remained motionless, lightly closing his eyes.
Downstairs in the dining room, Li Qin had called the family doctor, Mo Beiyan's gunshot wound was bandaged, and due to excessive blood loss, resting in bed was most important.
Li Qin didn't stay long, seemingly having something to attend to before he left.
The maid whispered, "Eldest Young Madam, would you like me to take food upstairs for Second Young Master?"
"No need, I'll do it. Prepare a serving for Eldest Young Master's room, please."
