Yi Feng sat in front of Qingmo's hospital bed and looked at her sleeping face. In fact, for him, all he wanted was that Qingmo could face it personally.

But she can't. When Yi Feng saw the medicine in the drawer, his heart was in a dull pain. Although the medicine was useful, she was still her. She kept herself in a closed space for so long. When on earth could she walk out? So he wanted to take her away. He wanted to take her out of the closed space. But she didn't want to.

"Clear foam, why do you always do this? You really have the heart to...