An accidental mistake during surgery made her witness the fragility of life. Walking on the street, the rain was pouring down, but she unexpectedly wore it, but God did not let her go and made her a doctor's daughter. From then on, she chose to face or escape.
My daughter (female version)
My daughter (male version)
Sitting on a wooden chair, holding a cappuccino in hand, looking at the poetry book on the table, he murmured softly:
"The birds in summer fly to my window to sing, and then fly away. The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there." Experience the aroma and bitterness of coffee alone.