"Look!" Qiao Jiuyin tightly pursed her lips, her tone self-deprecating.
She tightly grabbed her hospital gown's pants with her hands and said to Qiao Sen, "Even you were frightened by me. Then I must look very scary now."
Qiao Sen went against his conscience and said, "No, it's not scary…"
Qiao Jiuyin softly snorted. She did not believe him.
Qiao Jiuyin did not ask what Qiao Sen was doing here. The police would take her away the next day. Other than saying goodbye and catching up, Qiao Sen would not come here at this time.
Sure enough, Qiao Sen said, "Ah Yin, you're going… in… tomorrow. Do you have any wishes?"
When Qiao Jiuyin heard this, she finally reacted.
Wishes?
She did have.
