Mu Chudi took a look at him and left.

Just as the door closed, the closed eyes in the ward suddenly opened.

The deep eyes are cold, as cold as ice.

There is no temperature except cold.

She threw him away!

Her temperature is still on the back of his hand.

But she threw him away!

Without a trace of nostalgia, we can't wait to leave.

His medical record had no effect on her.

as if she had abandoned him directly.

Hawthorne clenched his fist slowly, as if to catch the temperature she left behind.

What you can catch is air, leaving everything behind.

Heart, slightly painful.

Mu Chudi lowered...