It is said that time is the best medicine to heal emotional wounds. Mo Ran's method finally had some effect, and bright colors began to appear in An Moran's paintings.
Slowly, she began to no longer be limited to conventional paints, and boldly mixed paints. When painting, she could cover it layer by layer from dark to light, outlining very layered layers of color.
The flowerbeds that were originally crowded with flowers became even more enchanting and colorful under her paintbrush, and every flower seemed to have a soul and swayed.
"It was my brother who said he would take me to see the latest art exhibition. It's not that I can't wait, I'm just afraid that you will forget."
An Moran put down the palette knife in his hand, gently raised his head and looked at Mo Ran, curved the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly.
"Actually, if my brother is busy, there is no need to deliberately take time out to accompany me. You should know that I am fine."
Mo Ran is now the actual person in charge of the Mo family, and there are too many things that need to be dealt with by him. Even if he stays in the manor on the pretext of recuperating, he shouldn't have so much time to spend with her all day long.
An Moran knew this very well.
It's just that she mentioned it several times, but Mo Ran rejected it with excuses and insisted on staying with her.
An Moran resisted in vain and couldn't say much.
"No matter how important things are, they are not as important as you. My brother has already asked the housekeeper to prepare the car."
When Mo Ran heard An Moran's words, his eyes flashed slightly, he smiled warmly, took her hand and pulled her up from the chair.
"Go and tidy up. I'll wait for you at the back door."
"Back door? Why not go through the front door?"
The front door that Mo Ran used to take her out every time was suddenly replaced by the back door, and An Moran couldn't react for a while.
"There are more and more problems. It seems that you are really fine."
Mo Ran joked, "If I don't take you to the back door, how can you sneak out when you want to go out but I don't allow you?"
Gu Qianqian asked him where the back door was on the first day she entered the manor...
It is said that in order to be free, one must prepare early.
Thinking of Gu Qianqian's mother and son, Mo Ran's eyes dimmed for a moment.
When can he bring their mother and son back, that will be true perfection.
"I will never waste my brother's heart."
When An Moran heard Mo Ran's joke, he looked embarrassed, responded angrily, turned around and ran towards his room.
Mo Ran looked at her disappearing figure, turned back to look in the direction of the door, the smile on his lips tightened, and his eyes sharpened.
He could see that Gong Shaoming really loved An Moran. With his ruthless style, being able to be made difficult by him with such a sincere attitude was simply because he really cared about his sister and did not dare to act rashly.
Mo Ran originally didn't want to get involved in An Moran's feelings, but Gong Shaoming really went too far this time.
After Mo Ran brought people back to Mo's manor, An Moran fainted several times.
Injured, severely anemic, exhausted...
There are almost a lot of problems, big and small.
The doctor said it very vaguely. It was nothing more than depressed mood and weak will to survive, which caused rejection of body functions.
If he hadn't taken her away earlier, when Gong Shaoming really got engaged to Xu Aizhen, he might have had time to collect An Moran's body!
Such a man would never leave anyone in Gong Shaoming's hands again.
So he would rather spend more time bringing An Moran out of his emotional pain than tell her that Gong Shaoming regretted the marriage...
