Chapter 722: 722: Mo Weiran: I'm Not Crazy!

Mo Weiran was scared out of his wits, almost falling off the bed.

“You… who are you?” Mo Weiran pulled the quilt up, shielding his body with it, only revealing half his head, looking at the girl in front with a face full of fright and wariness.

Seeing him like that, the girl’s mouth twitched upwards, forming a smile, “Weiran, you can finally see me.”

“You… who are you? How do you know my name?” Mo Weiran’s hands, clutching the quilt, wouldn’t stop shaking, his eyes filled with terror.

“I’m your fiancée,” the girl said, barefoot, taking step by step toward Mo Weiran.

Upon seeing this, Mo Weiran’s heart leapt to his throat, “You… don’t come any closer!”

Unperturbed, the girl kept her gaze fixed on Mo Weiran, taking one step after another toward him.

“Damn it! I don’t even know you! Don’t you TM come any closer!” Just as she was about to reach his hospital bed, Mo Weiran suddenly flipped over, pulling the quilt over himself, covering his entire body, and shut his eyes tight.

Lying on the bed, trembling non-stop under the quilt, he muttered to himself, “Amitabha, may Buddha bless me, Guanyin Bodhisattva protect me…”

Not knowing how much time had passed, when there was still no sound, Mo Weiran peaked out from under the quilt.

The instant he lifted the quilt, Mo Weiran found himself face to face with a familiar one, “Damn it!”.

“Ow!”

With a kick from Mo Weiran, Teacher Mo, who was clinging to the bedside, trying to lift Mo Weiran’s quilt, let out an agonized yell and fell straight to the floor.

Seeing this, Mo Weiran froze completely in place.

In the hospital room, there was the doctor in a white coat, Teacher Mo on the floor undecided whether to rub his stomach or his butt, and… Gu Zhiqi, slowly folding a piece of Yellow Paper.

Mo Weiran: “…”

This…

What’s going on?

Mo Weiran, with a quilt on his back, shivering, his mind full of confusion.

The doctor in white, feeling puzzled himself, was silent for a few seconds, then helped Teacher Mo up.

“Doctor, you better check this kid out, I think his brain really is messed up,” Teacher Mo climbed up from the ground, grimacing in pain, and said to the doctor.

Originally, the doctor didn’t think there was anything wrong with Mo Weiran’s brain, but the kick he had just given Teacher Mo had made him also start to doubt.

“I… my brain’s not sick,” Mo Weiran’s voice was still trembling, with a cry in his voice as he spoke, and after he finished speaking, he buried his face in the crook of his arm and began to sob softly.

Seeing this, Elder Mo couldn’t care less about the pain and walked over to Mo Weiran, slapping him on the back, “What are you crying for? It’s just a quick check-up, not like you’re going to miss a piece of flesh.”

In the end, Mo Weiran was dragged away for a brain examination.

Gu Zhiqi muttered under her breath, “Really can’t take a scare.”

After saying that, she played with the neatly folded Yellow Paper in her hand and left.

Half an hour later, sitting in the car, Gu Zhiqi received a message from Mo Weiran.

[Mo Weiran: Miss, who was that girl in red just now?]

[Miss: Qin Daimai]

[Mo Weiran: !]

After sending an exclamation mark, he sent a voice message.

Mo Weiran: “Miss, she… I… wuwuwu, it was too scary, wuwuwu…”

What followed was a long series of sniffles, which Gu Zhiqi didn’t continue listening to.

[Mo Weiran: Miss, where did she go… I mean, where did her soul go?]

[Miss: I took her away]

[Mo Weiran: She won’t come back, will she?]

[Miss: For now]

[Mo Weiran: ?! For… for now?]

[Mo Weiran: Does that mean she’s coming back?]