She finally knew how to joke.
Huo Yunque knelt down beside her and looked at her as she smiled like a child.
"Yes," he said casually, "But, even if you regret it, it's too late..."
I'll give you everything you want.
If you want a sense of security, I'll give myself to you.
The only thing you can't have is you can't leave.
"Gege..."
After laughing for a while, Song Yaoyao suddenly quietened down. She played with his hand and said softly, "Come with me to see the doctor."
She was called a miracle doctor, but she could not cure herself.
The cloakroom was silent, and the air was flowing slightly.
The young girl's jet-black hair draped over her shoulders. She lowered her head, revealing a small part of her snow-white neck.
Her heart was filled with pain.
Huo Yunque nodded and smiled. "Okay."
