At that moment, Ji Muran's heart felt as if something had struck it hard.
"Mm." The tingling sensation in her heart had not yet dissipated, and Ji Muran just nodded instinctively.
Shen Wenzhou had already said what needed to be said and left with a final "rest early."
Ji Muran stood at the door of the ward, watching Shen Wenzhou turn around and leave, watching him get on the elevator. By the time she came back to her senses, Shen Wenzhou was already gone.
Ji Muran had always thought that love was something elusive and vague. She couldn't quite understand why her classmates and friends were either happy or in pain because of relationships.
She never thought about the kind of person she wanted to like; she just needed to live her life well.
But now, it seemed she might have grasped that elusive love.
Ji Muran leaned back against the bed in a daze, a jumble of thoughts racing through her mind.
