There is not so much love at first sight in real life. I only know that I like you and I want to be with you.
When Mr. Gu did his rounds the next day, he opened the door and saw Lan Xiao lying on the hospital bed in a strange shape, smelling his own hands.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Gu looked at Lanxiao with a strange look.
"I feel like my hands smell like roasted pig's trotters."
Lanxiao looked at him expectantly with sincere eyes, hoping he could give me an answer.
Mr. Gu: ... You should see a psychiatrist.