Before Xie Li returned to China, he had been thinking about what it would be like to meet Xu Jing after he returned to China. What should I say? I have thought about it in many ways, but I have never thought that when we meet again, that person will be lying in a pool of blood, unconscious, and the first thing I say is: "Don't die, hold on!"
Lin Lu stood outside the ward, looking through the window at the scene inside the ward. Liu Shu slowly stirred the soup in the porcelain bowl with a spoon, looking at Xu Jing who was half lying on the hospital bed with gentle eyes, and smiled sweetly.