When she returned to the hospital, it was already past nine in the evening. Mu Xiangwan originally intended to go home, but in the end, she worried about leaving someone alone in the hospital and decided to check on him.
The branches and leaves of the plane trees by the roadside had withered and were now bare. The essence of winter became increasingly intense day by day, yet her heart was warming up bit by bit.
Perhaps the warmest thing in the world is love.
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Su Chaoyang was alone and bored, but he didn't want Aunt Mu and Wanwan to keep him company, so he firmly insisted that both of them should go home and sleep at night.
After dinner, he watched TV aimlessly and then laid down with his eyes closed, but it seemed impossible to sleep when he had gotten too much rest these days.
As he was lying in bed thinking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice greeting the nurse outside. Startled, he turned his head and saw a figure in a white woolen coat enter the room.
