The Top Student Presses Harder and Harder: Where Can the Sick and Sweet Wife Run?

Pure, sick, weak little white rabbit Seeing Ji Xinghuai's expression of love, he laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. The hand that patted Ji Xinghuai's shoulder banged, "Ji, you've fallen in love!" Ji Xinghuai was like a fox whose tail had been stepped on. He shook off his small hand and said angrily: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense, it's impossible!" But the corners of his raised lips could not be lowered. ... "Ji, I am so happy to show you my letter. When you read this letter, I will probably no longer be here... There is fog every year, and the fog blows every year, and the fog will disperse, and the fog will disperse in life..." There were flowers scattered on the ground, and blood oozed out from the palms scratched by the roses in the flower bed, just like Ji Xinghuai's painful heart. ... At the Olympic medal ceremony, he looked at the endless audience and said, "My heartbeat always recognizes you before I do..." "Excuse me, what are your thoughts on this award?" Reporters swarmed over. "Long time no see..." ... "It's a pity that I like it so much and don't even have a group photo." Wen Ruhua's fingers crossed the words written in her youth, and suddenly an arm came from behind and took away the rolled-up diary. "What are you looking at? The photographer is ready!"