"I'm afraid she won't forgive me." Stu-qing's depressed and entangled appearance made Qin Cedar feel a little unsuitable.

"Hey, are you still the tyrannical president, Stu-qing? You didn't go in and say sorry late. How do you know she won't forgive you?" Qin Cedar shook his head and said.

Stu looked at him, meditated for a moment, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the ward.

"That's about the same!" Qin Cedar followed him in and saw Bai Chichichi lying quietly in bed with his eyes open.

The ceiling is white, and there's only one ceiling lamp simply decorated on it. There's nothing else.

But she looked at...