Short story.
"Like white roses?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"…?? Dirty!?
Xiao Xingzhou looked at Gu Shuoxi with an unclear look, "Interesting habit. "
Gu Shuoxi thought, why do you like white roses? He looked at the white rose in his hand.
The seventeen-year-old girl held up the white rose given by her boyfriend, took one and gave it to the doctor in front of her, "Doctor, this is for you. "
"Send it to me? White rose? The young doctor smiled, his smile warm and welcoming, "Do you think white roses complement me?" "
The girl in the wheelchair smiled brightly, "Doctor, believe me, white roses are the most suitable for you. "
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