The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Su Linmo pushed open the door, there was no pungent smell of disinfectant in the ward, but an elegant fragrance of flowers, and the warm yellow wallpaper on the wall made the ward not look so cold.

Mu Yuan was sitting on the hospital bed, he was very beautiful, his eyebrows and eyes were not as gorgeous as Qin Huai's, but rather delicate and pure, his face was sickly pale, making him look pitiful.

When he saw Su Linmo, he smiled: "Rinmo, you are here." His smile always makes Su Linmo feel bad, his life is passing by every second, Mu Yuan is so fragile, fragile Su Linmo was at a loss.