Although the patient's condition on the hospital bed was not optimistic, Jian Xin still experienced a kind of humiliation known as a single dog's from his big cousin.
"..."
He had too many questions he wanted to ask.
For example, how did these two get together?
Jiang Beiyu hadn't been in the country for a year, so was it an online romance?
Jian Xin: Quite trendy.
In this atmosphere, there wasn't room for someone like him. Jian Xin finally withdrew in tears.
Upholding the last bit of humanitarianism, he went to check on the two brothers next door. Good, they were both sleeping soundly.
The man, who took a dozen-hour flight to rush back to Beijing, didn't even have time to close his eyes for a moment, sitting by the hospital bed holding the young girl's hand, his gaze resting on her face.
After holding her for a while, he noticed that Su Nanzhi's body temperature had risen again.
The temperature seemed to have gathered in the hand area.
