The noise outside the door gradually weakened, Huo Zheng pulled two hands and left the hospital.

In the ward, there are only Huo Mu and Mu Chudi in the bed.

Under the blazing light, her skin was white as snow and frost, with a little pink, and her eyes on melon seeds closed, and she was very peaceful.

The injury on her face was so light that it felt like a feather brushing.

Hawthorne's face was cold and his whole body smelled cold.

As soon as He Yisheng opened the ward, the cold breath came to him.

He paused slightly, then sighed. It seemed that Homer was angry this time....