President, go away!

This woman is really not afraid of death?

In the bathroom, water vapor filled the air. Shen Qingqing kept washing her body. In the landing mirror, her beautiful figure was reflected, but it also reflected that it was difficult to see distorted scars on her abdomen, which was left when she was born a Yan.

She reached out her hand to gently touch the scar, but a slight sneer came from the corners of her lips.

The scars washed away from the kidney are like an alarm bell, constantly reminding her how stupid Shen Qingqing was and how stupid she was. She gave up all her self-esteem and pride for a man in exchange for only two words, never.

Hehe, it\'s really ridiculous.

Shen Qingqing stretched out her hand to cover her cheek. She didn\'t know whether it was tears or hot water falling from her fingertips, with a slight whimper.

At the same time, Smith found Huo tingxiao smoking on the balcony on the second floor. In the light and shadow of the morning light, it was the first time he felt that the figure of this person who covered the sky with one hand in Tongcheng would look so bleak.

He walked slowly over and said side by side with him, "Huo Shao, the lady has woken up, but I don\'t necessarily want to go to the hospital with you!"

Huo tingxiao didn\'t speak, but smoked silently. In the ethereal smoke, his five senses like a knife became blurred.

Looking at his face, it seemed that he had expected that the woman would not go to the hospital with him.

"I know!" after a long time, Huo tingxiao pressed out the smoke and threw it in the trash can. Then he whispered with a faint helplessness in his tone.

Smith was also very interesting, so he was not talking. He looked at the white camellia in the downstairs garden and suddenly remembered what the other shore flower removed by Shen Qingqing\'s kidney represented.

"Huo Shao, you and I have known each other for many years. I\'ll say something straight!"

"Hmm?" Huo Ting frowned, but motioned Smith to continue.

"Do you know what it means for a woman to wear the pattern on the other side?" Smith said in a sad tone. "This is what a female patient told me. There is no sweetheart on the other side!"

Huo tingxiao\'s whole body suddenly trembled. Smith\'s words were like a pair of invisible hands clutching his heart. He couldn\'t breathe because of the pain.

So, Shen Qingqing said, she doesn\'t love him anymore. Those are all true!

"You planted this garden full of white camellia, do you know what the flower language of white camellia is?" Smith said again, but his eyes looked at the garden full of white camellia.

Seeing that Huo tingxiao didn\'t speak, he said, "the flower language of white camellia is - how can you despise my love!" Smith took back his eyes, looked at Huo tingxiao sideways and said again, "this is what my grandfather told me. It took him a lifetime to understand why my grandmother loves white Camellia so much!"

"Really?" Huo tingxiao suddenly felt as if his whole strength had been taken away by him, and a few familiar pupils flashed strange emotions.

Smith saw his struggle. He patted Huo tingxiao on the shoulder. "My grandfather also said that he would beg for forgiveness before the injury had been formed, and would not wait until the loss!"