However, just when her finger touched the switch, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a thin, yellowed piece of paper.
Jiang Zimo glanced at it and picked it up suspiciously.
"What did you get?" Murong Qingzhen was also attracted and came over.
Jiang Zimo took the piece of paper with the crooked handwriting to his eyes, looked at it, and said with a smile: "The homework I did when I was a child, look, this ugly word can definitely be applied for Guinness World Records."
Murong Qingzhen only glanced at it and then laughed. "It's quite ugly, but it's also a good souvenir. Put it away! Okay, it's very late. Go back to your room and go to bed early!"
Jiang Zimo pressed the switch, but she quietly put away the note.
Watching Murong Qingzhen drive away, and when the two of them kissed goodbye for the last time, she put the thin piece of sticker on the back of his watch while their fingers were intertwined and they were hugging each other tightly.
In just a few seconds, she knew that a large amount of cold sweat was flowing down her back because of this.
The winter night wind blew on his face, Jiang Zimo felt fragile and nervous, and wanted to find a place to cry.
When she came to her father's ward, she stood for a while. Then, she slowly took out the piece of paper with several Tang poems written on it and started to read it softly.
That was the birthday gift she prepared to give Jiang's father on his birthday when she was in the second grade of elementary school.
However, due to various reasons, she did not give this gift.
Unexpectedly, he kept it all the time, and even now, you can still see the traces of frequent rubbing on it.
Jiang Zimo recited it very seriously. After she finished reciting it, she sighed to the old man lying on the hospital bed: "Dad, please forgive me for being so competitive. Do you know? Ah Zi really needs your company now.
Azi’s side, dad…….I love you……”.
She loves him, just like the father's love that is silently engraved in his heart, it is always there.
This is the love of flesh and blood, a human emotion that can never be broken.
Jiang Zimo just lay on the edge of the bed in the ward and fell asleep.
In the still darkness, the upright body on the ground moved slightly, followed by a soft moan.
When the green shadow opened his eyes, he only saw Bai Yanbing dressed in jade, which became colder and dazzling under the clear light of the moon.
Behind him, there were countless snakes as dense as the sea. They bowed their heads respectfully and quietly waited for their master's command.
He shook his head hard, crawled forward two steps in a crawling posture, and whispered: "Master...".
Bai Yanbing's voice sounded almost bone-chilling cold. He raised the green shadow's chin with his toes and said through gritted teeth: "Where are the people?"
"I asked you where are you?!!!"
He had dug three feet into the city. If Yao Yuhan hadn't left the city yet, he would have been unable to escape his pursuit. However, after working for a long time but finding nothing, Bai Yanbing soon understood that most likely---
--That man fell into the hands of Murong Yuanhong.
If he goes to rescue, then Murong Yuanhong will definitely be alarmed. Judging from Murong Yuanhong's character, he will devote all his family education to everything. This matter is probably difficult to do. If he doesn't go to save, then Jiang Zimo will definitely
I will know this news through some channels, and then, naturally, I will find the evidence that Yao Yuhan harmed Jiang's father.