"She can't cure it." Ye Nianmo asked.

The doctor turned pages of the case and said, "Maybe, but it takes a long time and a lot of people to cooperate."

In the evening, Ding Yiyi tossed and turned, and his mind was full of arrogant snow crying when he left.

"When I was an orphan, I longed for family." The doctor's words kept repeating in her mind, and she sighed. A pair of hands encircled her waist from behind.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Nianmo's voice is gentle and low, but his tone is very clear.

Ding Yiyi leaned over his chest obediently.'I just thought I was lucky that...