"Sister Yiyi, it must be a big surprise if you wait." Ye Chuqing shrewdly winked at her. Yesterday her brothers told her, otherwise she would have misunderstood that Zhuo Xuan's brother liked Yijie.

As the car sped all the way to a private sanatorium, Ding Yi came in and saw an official once seen on TV walking on the grass in a white sick uniform.

There are actually only a few wards in the long corridor. The doors of each room are closed tightly. Some people are here for recuperation and don't want to be known, so the sanatorium will also provide this service.

At the end of the corridor,...