Ye xiangnan's finger was about to leave, but it fell back down and rested on her forehead.
"does it hurt? was it especially painful at that time?" that's why he's so skinny.
He even thought of the pitiful dogs by the roadside, barking and asking for food, but there was nothing.
they could only shrink in the corner and endure the cold and hunger.
president ye's imagination was very good. just by thinking about it, he put himself in it.
He carried su mu to the lounge and let her sleep in the quilt. She made a fuss about coming out.
In the end, he had no choice but to hug her together with the blanket.
su mu was still very cold. in the end, he only felt a little more at ease when he laid in his arms.
Ye xiangnan looked at the time, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and called Wen Yuan. He told him to pick up ye Xi because he couldn't leave and su mu was sick.
