"I once said, if it weren't for Zhuang Jing, I would have already become a top professional player,"
however, in that case, Gu Ran's quality and culture, I'm afraid, would not be as good as they are now.
He also preferred to study hard and live a life where he either flirted with female doctors or was flirted with by them.
The locker room door opened, and Su Qing's elegant and stunningly beautiful face was full of frost, while the romantically dazzling He Qingyan was all smiles, one like a pristine winter daffodil, and the other a fiery early-summer rose.
Chen Ke was like a magnolia tree in the May schoolyard.
On the way to the cafeteria from the university dormitory, there were many magnolias, their white petals resembling the untainted lotus emerging from mud or precious jade, yet for some reason, magnolias always gave off a sense of familiarity.
Gu Ran changed his clothes, and the four of them went to check the wards at the sanatorium.
