Nearly 12 a.m., Ye Cheng and Zhang Kejia just walked through the hospital corridor and small garden, surrounded by black tiger Gang masters and hospital night workers, the rest of the hospital has fallen asleep. The rustle of water in the garden fountain, the rustle of the leaves of the sycamore trees in the hospital, and the gentleness of the clouds in the sky slowly flowing through the Moonstone, which can not be heard but can be really felt, all of which add to the silence and render the drowsy scene.

Ye Cheng also thought that he was going to fall asleep like this. Although it's a pity, Zhang Kejia...