"I'm just worried it would be too bitter for you," he replied.
Ye Ranran had an epiphany and finally understood what he was worrying about. She smiled dismissively, "Although it's bitter, I can only go home after I'm cured. I don't want to stay here all the time."
"That's true," Jun Mochan's voice turned very grave. "You should go to sleep soon. I'll come to pick you up tomorrow."
"Okay, good night."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Ranran continued flipping through the magazine. When she grew tired of reading, she put the magazine aside, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
It wasn't until the window light went out that Jun Mochan left.
He had never realized how cowardly he was, so weak that he didn't even dare face Ye Ranran.
He didn't know what she would do if she learned the truth, whether she would fall apart.
That kind of outcome was unbearable for him, so he couldn't let her know.
