"Hey, you sick man. Can't you survive tomorrow?" Shen Jiangqing pointed at Chen Muhan's nose and said. "I can love someone very much"
"The flowers have fallen, and the trees have fallen. Do you think it's the flowers' fault or the tree's fault?" Chen Muhan still looked like he was about to die. Shen Jiangqing hesitated for a moment before taking his raised hand back, and then said, "My fault."
The author is a novice. This is my first time writing a novel. If there are many mistakes, please point them out and I will try my best (*?? `?*)?
Intention: Destiny
