Chapter 319 Who Allowed You to Write a Suicide Note?

Anseong Hospital.

The warm sunshine of the autumn afternoon spread over the pure white hospital bed. Mu Wan sat leaning on it, looking at the white paper in front of her quietly, and rustling some writing.

"Qing'er, let's see what delicious food I bring you."

Gong Lichuan pushed the door open carrying a lunch box. His voice was gentle, completely different from his usual self.

Hearing the sound, Mu Wanqing panicked for a moment.

She then hid the paper under the pillow and said with an extremely forced smile, "Brother Li Chuan."

Gong Lichuan noticed her little movements.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually turned from warm to deep, as if he was discerning something.

"Qing'er, what are you writing?"

"Write songs."

Mu Wanqing raised her little face, revealing a sweet and bright smile. Her pink lips were lightly curved, radiating with brilliance.

She told Gong Lichuan that she wanted pen and paper to write songs.

But Gong Lichuan frowned slightly and glanced at the pillow behind the girl with a cold look in his eyes.

"Really?" Gong Lichuan walked towards Mu Wanqing elegantly and sat beside her bed.

He took out the lunch box and took off the lid. The aroma and steam of the handmade dumplings hit his face, making him salivate.

"Dumplings?" Mu Wanqing's eyes brightened slightly.

These days, Gong Lichuan only allowed her to eat liquid food, so she had a variety of porridge for three meals a day.

Mu Wanqing has missed other delicious food for a long time.

"Have a try." Gong Lichuan chuckled, then took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and handed it over.

Mu Wanqing shook her head, "It's my fault."

She took the dumpling and took a happy bite. The juice overflowed a little, and she was so excited that she wanted to go to heaven.

"Good times, good times." Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, "Brother Li Chuan, can I stop eating porridge in the future?"

She never wants to drink porridge again...

No matter how delicious it is, no matter how delicious it is, I don't want to drink porridge anymore, even if it is made in three hundred and sixty ways.

"You have to listen to the doctor, eh?" Gong Lichuan looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and rubbed her head.

Mu Wanqing pouted dissatisfiedly.

She picked up another dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. After eating, she still hugged the lunch box and refused to let go.

Hey, hey, I have to have porridge for dinner again...

"When you recover, I will take you to eat delicious food all over the world. We can eat whatever we want." Gong Lichuan squeezed the lunch box and said with a little force, "Be obedient."

Mu Wanqing reluctantly let go.

The empty lunch box was taken away by Gong Lichuan and thrown into a plastic bag.

He stood up and left the ward to throw away the trash. Mu Wanqing immediately turned around and took out the white paper from under the pillow.

She was about to move to a more private place, but Gong Lichuan quickly disposed of the garbage, then suddenly turned back and snatched the paper from her hand off guard.

"Brother Lichuan!"

Mu Wanqing tightly grasped the sheets under her body, feeling a little nervous.

Gong Lichuan lowered his eyes and looked at the words on the white paper, his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and a little anger gradually floated between his eyebrows.

"What is this?" he asked coldly.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head and tugged at the bedsheets in aggrieved manner, as if she wanted to remove the threads.

Gong Lichuan did not hesitate, rolled the white paper into a paper ball, raised his hand and threw it downstairs from the window. He said coldly and angrily, "Who allowed you to write a suicide note?"

Mu Wanqing's eyes dimmed slightly.

Her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly. She bit her lower lip, "Morning and night... I have to write."

While she still has the strength.

What if it’s too late later?