Alana glanced at the monitoring equipment, hooked the corners of her lips, and in the dimly lit ward, the tearful mole at the corner of the eye was still stained with frost, which made Long Qingru’s pupils cooler and more compelling.
Long Qingru’s tears welled up.
“Can’t you stand it when you’re here?”
Alana reached out and hooked the chair next to her and sat down directly beside her bed, watching Long Qingru’s tears, no waves in his eyes.
“You lunatic!”
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