Looking at An Qing's pale face on the bed and clenching her fist, Luo Luo also made up her mind, "Okay"
They can't be so selfish and let An Qing be trapped in painful memories alone.
Three hours later, An Qing woke up leisurely. She looked at the alarm clock beside her bed: "It's nine o'clock!?"
She exclaimed! Oh my god, why was she so asleep? Wasn’t she going to be late?!
"An Qing" Moli walked in at this moment, holding a bowl of dark soup in his hand, "I've asked for leave for you today, you can have a good rest at home."
"What's wrong with me?" An Qing tugged at her long hair. Damn it, why do I always fall asleep suddenly and then wake up and forget everything? I have been treating this disease for more than ten years, but I have never seen any improvement.
Moli moved her hand that abused him and brought the medicine in front of her, "You just had a fever and had nightmares. You were crying and screaming. It scared us. Come on, drink the medicine."
Mo Li told lies without changing his expression. An Qing, without doubting his presence, drank the terrifying-looking medicine in one breath.
"Hiss—" The thick soup rolled into her throat, bringing an unspeakable bitterness. A sweet date was handed to her mouth in time, "Dang, dang, dang, Luo Luo brand special candied dates are here!"
Luoluo's crisp and sweet voice rang in her ears. An Qing ate the candied dates with a smile and glanced at her: "Why are you so reluctant to take out your treasure?"