The first time she fell in love, the person she kissed lightly in the swaying shadows of the trees was the most beautiful memory in her green years. Unfortunately, it killed her physically and mentally.
Eight years later, we met again in the operating room. Seeing her pale face, she could hardly hold the scalpel.
All kinds of provocations, all kinds of tenderness, finally came together.
"I don't like you anymore, and I won't like you anymore."
What was the reason that made her so sad and heartless. What kind of harm did she suffer from the memory that had been sealed in her heart for eight years so that no one could pry into it.
Whether his silent companionship can dissolve the ice in her heart.
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