After hanging up the phone, Long Kaizhe gently pushed open the door of the ward, looking at the gentle sleep very deep, as if there were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

Did she cry?

Because of today's quarrel? Or is it Shen Qingdai?

Long Kaizhe sat beside the bed and held her gentle hand. Suddenly, she found something wrong with her palm. She broke off her palm and her nails pierced the skin and oozed a little blood stain. Looking at Long Kaizhe, she felt a lot of pain in her heart.

"Always like self-mutilation, do you know, you punish not just yourself. I know your...