. "Tell the truth, are you sick?"
. . Yu Jing chuckled: "Yes, I do, but so what?"
. . Qin Ke pursed his lips: "I'm sorry, I do have it."
In the last summer of his life, Yu Jing encountered the most beautiful scenery.
In this summer of her life, Qin Ke's patient died and she regained her life.
. . Qin Ke cried and smashed the pillow on the bed: "Yu Jing, you are the sleeping beauty."
. . Yu Jing put away the drawing paper at hand and smiled helplessly: "This summer is beautiful, but it is too short. It was so short that I only drew a pomegranate tree."
Intention: In difficult days, meet your own warmth