Chapter 570 (1/2)

On the other hand, after Yan Shiqi and the man leave the ward, he meets a man on the garden path outside the inpatient department.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the early winter night was full of cold waves, accompanied by the gradually lowered haze, and even the street lamps beside the path showed a bit of hazy frost color.

There are not many people on this road.

Occasionally, I can see the family members who come back from the restaurant and rush to the inpatient department.

Yan Shiqi's hand is held in the palm of a man's hand and carried in the pocket of his coat.

Just around the corner of the inpatient department, the footsteps coming from the front collided with them.

The path is not spacious enough. It's the only way to the parking lot.

She just wanted to get out of the way. Under the lamp fog above her head, even the lady's familiar cheek came into view.

Four eyes opposite, is a throbbing silence.

Even the lady is still holding a lunch box in her hand. Looking at the direction she is going, it should be on the side of the parking lot.

When she saw the inkstone, she suddenly became mean, but she forbeared because of the man beside her.

Yan Shiqi's eyes calmly looked at Ms. Lian and the lunch box in her hand.

Recalling Wen Zhiyuan's injured knees, he probably came to the hospital to deliver meals in the evening.

She smile, generous, hook the man's fingertips gently pinch, looking at him, said faintly: ”go, a little cold.”

From the bottom of my heart, inkstone seven don't want to spend more time with Ms. Lian.

Wen Zhiyuan's existence, like a thorn that can't be pulled out, lies in the deepest part of his heart.

Before the dust settles, even greetings seem meaningless.

When the man beside her heard that she was cold, he raised his arms and hugged her. Their figures were reflected on the ground by the light curtain, reflecting a deep and firm love.