The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Qin Huai held flowers and smiled brightly. The waves of the Thames River reflected in his eyes, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as pictures.

Su Linmo turned his head, looked at the Thames River, and said, "Xiao Yuan, he will have an operation on the 15th of next month."

Qin Huai's smile froze on his face, and sadness slowly returned to his eyes, "Is that so...so that's the case, no wonder senior brother gave me flowers." Qin Huai lowered his head,

The scent of roses is sweet to cloying.

"You said before..."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I won't regret it." Qin Huai raised his head and said, "I will sign a voluntary donation agreement, then commit suicide and give my heart to Xiao Yuan."