"Mr. Zhao." Li Zhengya's voice was a little louder. "Did something happen?" "After meeting you, I asked my mother sideways about what happened at that time." Zhao Yiran slowly moved his eyes away from Wen Mo's room and down to the door handle. "My mother said something vaguely that I had never heard of." Zhao Yiran put his hand on the handle of the ward door and held it. "I will go back on the weekend. My mother hopes that I can get married to my current girlfriend as soon as possible." Zhao Yiran finally took his hand away from the door handle. The moment his eyes touched Li Zhengya, Zhao Yiran was stunned. "Mo Mo..." Wen Mo stood behind Li Zhengya and looked at Zhao Yiran quietly. The sleeves of his clothes were loosely covering his wrists. He held a blue and white pill box in his hand. "What did you say?" Although she had already made many guesses in her mind, Li Zhengya still felt dazed the moment she heard Zhao Yiran's words and couldn't help asking. Zhao Yiran opened his mouth half-open, looking at Wen Mo unable to say a word. It's not that he didn't hear Li Zhengya's question, it's that he didn't have the courage to answer. Reunited with Wen Mo, Zhao Yiran thought about it countless times when he was dreaming, when he was awake, when they first separated, and even in the car before coming to the hospital. Various scenes, various dialogues, Wen Mo's expressions, demeanor, tone of voice, clothes on his body, things in his hands. Zhao Yiran once thought that he was fully prepared for this meeting, but now it seems that those imaginations are really just imaginations. "He said his mother asked him to get married."