Gong Zhan's face darkened. That brat, Gong Xin, was getting more and more disrespectful by the day. He wanted to reprimand her, but the words caught in his throat.
The truth was, he had no right to say anything—especially after losing Gu Zi because of his own arrogance. He'd foolishly assumed she would never forget him, but now, that loss stung deeply. He wasn't in any position to criticize anyone else.
So, he remained silent, quietly eating the meal Mo Li had prepared. It tasted decent enough, but the moment he compared it to Gu Zi's cooking, it felt bland, utterly tasteless.
A sharp pang of regret hit him. He would never again have the privilege of eating the meals Gu Zi made.
For the next few days, Gong Xin stayed glued to the hospital room, not allowing Mo Li any chance to get close to her brother.