Yue Ran glanced nervously into the hospital room. Although her grandfather was still unconscious, he no longer bore the pain he had before, and his complexion had improved significantly.
"Wow, it's really miraculous..." Yue Ran turned her head in delight, only to find Liu Langrun had fainted against her shoulder.
That night, Elder Yue woke up, but Liu Langrun lay on the adjacent bed, still in a coma.
Yue Ran grasped her grandfather's hand, crying tears of joy. Elder Yue affectionately patted her head and said, "Why are you crying? Grandpa is not dead."
"Don't say that, Grandpa! May you live a long life without any worries!" Elder Yue chuckled at her words but suddenly turned to Liu Langrun beside him and asked anxiously, "Granddaughter, what did this Liu say to you?"
Seeing the wary expression on her grandfather's face, which was far from that of someone grateful to a lifesaver, Yue Ran felt a bit puzzled. "He said he doesn't want anything better; he wants..." Her face flushed slightly. "He wants me..."
"Ah! He still won't let it go!" Elder Yue exclaimed, both anxious and angry. He scolded sternly, "Ran'er, there are many good young men in this world. Just look at Young Marshal Zhou's son A Jian; he's a fine man. Don't waste your feelings on the wrong person!"
"What are you talking about, Grandpa!" Yue Ran shot a glance at Liu Langrun, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger. "I’m not... Even though he's just a blind fortune teller, he risked his life to save you! He's a good person!"
"A good person? How much do you really know about him to call him that?!" Elder Yue shouted. "In any case, you must immediately take Young Marshal Zhou's military vehicle back home. You will not meddle in Grandpa's affairs anymore!"
Yue Ran had never seen her grandfather so angry with her before. Stunned, she turned away with tears in her eyes and ran out.
"I heard Mr. Yue has returned! This time there were significant discoveries in archaeology, and he received commendations!" A Jian said cheerfully to Yue Ran. "Mr. Yue will be giving a lecture in the auditorium soon; aren’t you going?"
Yue Ran remained silent. Dressed in blue with a black skirt, she exuded a fresh and charming aura unique to her.
A gentle breeze brushed against her cheek, stirring the strands of hair that framed her face, accentuating the sorrow of a young girl. A flicker of emotion stirred within Jian as she clutched her book, seemingly resolute, and stepped forward. "I'm not going. You go."
"Ah, where are you going?" Once outside the schoolhouse, Yue Ran hailed a rickshaw and headed to Tongzheng Street. The door to Liu Langrun's courtyard was ajar.
Inside, a cough echoed through the room. As Yue Ran entered, she saw Grandma Bi lying weakly on the bed. Liu Langrun stood with his back to her, fumbling to replace the handkerchief used for cooling Grandma Bi, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sorrow.
Yue Ran's footsteps broke the silence of the room. Before Liu Langrun could speak, she had already taken the handkerchief from his hands.
She touched the old woman's forehead. "It's a bit warm, but some medicine should help."
Turning to Liu Langrun, she asked, "When did you return? Is your injury feeling better?"
"Much better," he replied, a bitter smile suddenly crossing his lips. "You should go."
He hadn't been completely unconscious that day; he had heard everything Yue Hongzhi had said to her.
But why did she still come? He truly wished he could avoid seeing her again; it would spare him from this dilemma.
"But it takes a hundred days to heal from a serious injury. You’re not in good shape; let me help," Yue Ran insisted stubbornly.
"I told you to leave!" His expression suddenly turned cold. "You’re a girl; it's reckless to keep coming to a man's place. If there's nothing else, please go back."
"You—" A daughter’s modesty made Yue Ran feel both embarrassed and angry. "Hmph! If you want me to go, then I will! As if I care!"
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