"Ah B, I'm hungry. Get up and cook." Jiang Han called lazily and pushed the person next to him.
But it was empty, no one. Jiang Han opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed. I forced myself to think for a while. Oh, Yu Bing is gone.
The shock, regret, sorrow, sorrow, and longing in her eyes all appeared in one moment and faded in the next. He scratched his hair, lay down again, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. For a long time, the blank memory was filled with the past.
Suddenly she closed her eyes again and pulled the quilt up to wrap her head. So cold.
After sneezing, Jiang Han successfully caught a cold.
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