Li took it with a slow smile, then placed it on Qin Minglang's forehead, and coaxed in a low voice, like a whisper: "Minglang
Looking at Li's slow, warm and reassuring smile, Shasha's eyes gradually became blurry, and finally, she quietly retreated.
Surprisingly, Qin Minglang, who had been having nightmares, slept particularly peacefully that night.
It's like sitting in a beautiful dream.
In the dream, Li Xuanyuan stayed by his side and never left.[
Li Huanhuan didn't come out of the ward until four o'clock in the morning.
Shasha stood at the door, smoking a cigarette.
Li slowly lowered his head, his face was pale and a little tired, and he whispered: "Take care of him."
Shasha raised her head, with a hint of scarlet in her eyes. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't slept well in the past few days, or because she had just cried.
Just nodded.
Li slowly pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Don't say I've been here.
Then he turned around and left.
Shasha stood there, straightened up, opened her mouth, and made a hoarse voice: "Sister Li
Li Huanhuan's back stiffened for a moment, and he didn't look back or speak. Instead, he walked very quickly, with a hint of desperate escape.