"Recovering is too painful. I want to give up, but he doesn't want to see me in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, so he proposed to me!"
Xu Youyou understood that when a person was immersed in the vortex of pain and unable to extricate himself, no one could refuse when someone reached out to her.
Moreover, that person was mo Zhiyun's favorite, Lu He Yun.
I know you like senior, but da Bai has his own concerns and concerns. &Quot; Xu Youyou reached out to comb her messy hair. &Quot; you have to be considerate of him. No matter what he does, it's because he cares about you. &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun looked up and met her clear eyes. She pursed her lips and slowly nodded.
About half an hour later, the door of the study opened.
"Lu He Yun." Mo Zhiyun immediately looked at Lu He Yun.
The blood from the wound on his forehead seemed to have solidified, and the bright red blood made his face look paler and paler, giving him a sense of fragility and weakness.
