His words reminded Lu Yang of how she had a bad cold when she was young and had to stay in the hospital for a few days.
Lu Mingyu stayed by the bed and spread out her palm. He wiped his tears and sobbed delicately, "The books say this is my lifeline. With Yangyang being like this, she can live longer than me. But why did she end up in the hospital? The adults lied. Give me back my sister!"
At that time, Lu yang's eyelids were heavy, and she only wanted to sleep, so she didn't open her eyes. Now that she thought about it, she suddenly felt that Lu Mingyu had a comical talent since he was young.
"Am I right?" Lu Mingyu's eyes were filled with anticipation.
The memory of the wailing was still very clear. Lu Yang's lips curved into a happy smile. She was in a good mood and didn't refute, "It's about the same."
She mused, "My brother is always youthful and hilarious."
"Perfectionist is my nickname," Lu Mingyu continued as if no one else was around.
