The hospital was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. It was another cloudy day, and the sun could not shine in.
A few days had passed since the last time. Mo Qing still didn't eat much, didn't drink much, and found it hard to sleep. She had become even skinnier. The hospital gown on her body was so big and wide that it could blow away at any time.
She looked even worse now, her complexion paler than the walls of this hospital. She still stubbornly looked at the withered tree outside the window, feeling that her life was even more miserable than that tree.
At this moment, she heard a series of steady and powerful footsteps. Her ears suddenly twitched, and her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.
She knelt on the bed but stumbled over to the head of the bed. She quickly picked up the small mirror and lipstick on the side, hurriedly touching up her makeup. When Sheng Tingze walked in, she had just finished applying her makeup and smiled sweetly at him.
