A fashion queen

"Xueying, you must be hungry. Come, have something to eat." Mo Yunting said softly, carefully handing her the carefully prepared meal. His gentle eyes seemed to melt everything, making it irresistible.

"Yes, okay." Cui Xueying nodded slightly in agreement, then extended her hands, solemnly accepting the food presented with such care. The moment her eyes met Mo Yunting's, a flicker of shyness seemed to cross her mind, but it was quickly masked. "How about you eat something too?" She raised her head, looking at the man before her who was so attentive to her, and asked with concern.

But Mo Yunting gently shook his head and replied with a smile, "No, you can eat it, but..." He paused for a moment, curiosity flashing in his eyes, and continued, "I saw you chatting with the nurse just now. You seemed very happy. Did something interesting happen?"

Hearing this, Cui Xueying's face flushed. She couldn't help but recall the moment the nurse addressed her as "Madam," and that sweet feeling welled up in her heart once again. But now, facing Mo Yunting's question, she didn't know how to respond. After a moment's hesitation, she muttered, "Uh... nothing." Then, she quickly lowered her head and began to chew her food, trying to avoid his gaze and stop dwelling on the details that had accelerated her heartbeat.

Mo Yunting stared at Cui Xueying's slightly panicked face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. He thought to himself that perhaps he shouldn't continue to ask questions at this moment, so as not to put her in a more embarrassing situation.

So, he chose to stay quietly by Cui Xueying's side, chatting with her about light-hearted topics from time to time, hoping to help her get rid of her heavy and sad mood.

After the meal, Mo Yunting carefully helped Cui Xueying up, and together they slowly paced around the ward. As they strolled, they chatted casually, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. However, at this moment, Mo Yunting suddenly stopped, gazed intently and lovingly at Cui Xueying, and spoke in a gentle yet powerful voice, "Xueying, when your parents wake up, let's have the wedding, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Xueying suddenly raised her head, her face filled with astonishment, and stared directly into Mo Yunting's eyes. There, she clearly caught the sincere emotion and unwavering determination in his eyes. For a moment, she was speechless and stammered in response, "But my parents..."

"I understand your concerns, but I'm really worried that unexpected changes will happen next. If your parents hadn't suffered misfortunes one after another, perhaps I wouldn't be so anxious..." Mo Yunting explained solemnly.

"I..." Cui Xueying desperately longed to be his legitimate "wife," but the harsh reality made her realize the vast, unbridgeable chasm between her and him. In the past, she might have agreed without hesitation, but now, with both her parents lying in hospital beds, their lives uncertain, how could she dare make any promises? Moreover, she herself was a wandering soul from another world, and she could vanish at any moment.