LuYaochuan lowered his head, unable to explain.

　　At dusk, it was already gloomy and irritable.

　　The cigarette in LuYaochuan's hand didn't break, as if only the cigarette could paralyze his uneasiness.

　　SuYingwei was pushed out of the operating room, with bean sized sweat on her forehead. Her little face was almost transparent, and her messy hair stuck to her face with sweat.

　　He could tell that she had suffered a lot, and he really wanted to slap himself two times to atone for his sin.

　　"She hasn't taken the medicine yet. She needs more sleep. It's not easy for her to carry it. I'm afraid she will get hot at...