Lu He Yun's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously held her arm. &Quot; Zhizhi ... &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun didn't know where he got the strength from, but he instantly shook off his hand.
When she raised her head to look at him, her eyes were as calm as still water. There was no hysterical crying or scolding, and there was no anger at all.
There was only the indifference of a dead heart and the coldness of a stranger.
Lu Heyun felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He wanted to reach out and grab her, but mo Zhiyun left with the traffic police without even looking back.
Looking at her slender and lonely back view leaving so resolutely, Lu Heyun had an intuition that he was going to lose Zhizhi.
One was Wen Xingchen, who was lying in the operating room, and the other was his wife. It was as if they were going to tear him in half.
