Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Feng Lingyan nodded: "How is he?"

"Ms. Wang, although the prince's pulse is still a little weak, it has stabilized and is not life-threatening."

One of the doctors answered with a bow.The attitude is respectful.

"Well, that's good. You've been watching all night and you're tired. Go and have a rest." Feng Lingyan ordered.

"Yes Yes."[

These two doctors were quite sophisticated and old-fashioned, so they agreed and withdrew.

Feng Lingyan looked at Gong Yanmo on the bed with his eyes, and his breathing began to flutter uncontrollably.

Last night, she was only in a hurry to save people, and she almost didn't have time to think about anything in her mind, and she didn't have time to feel anything.

Seeing him again at this moment, the familiar breath is everywhere, and the memories in my heart are like a flood, roaring in my chest...

Her throat choked up, her vision blurred.

Walking slowly, my heart seemed to be entangled by an invisible thread.

As he approached him step by step, the thread tightened inch by inch.

His face was pale, and he lay there quietly, his long eyelashes drooping, the corners of his lips slightly pursed, and he looked rather haggard.

"Fanxiang..."

Gently calling out the name that has been stirring in my chest for a long time, tears are already rolling in my eyes.

Sitting down beside him, after the reunion, she hadn't had a good look at him.

Although we have only been separated for a few months, it feels like we have been separated for several years...

First give him a pulse, the pulse is stable, and he is indeed out of danger.

I believe it won't be long before he will be able to reprimand Fang Qiu again, and the world will become romantic...

Fingers caressed his cheek unconsciously.

Sliding over his handsome eyebrows like a dragonfly, brushing his eyelashes.

When his eyes looked at her, there was always a half-smile, a bit of doting and a bit of mockery...

She caressed his tall nose bridge, and finally stopped on his slightly pale lips.

His lips were warm and slightly dry. [

The sweetness of the past screamed in my heart, and everything I had deliberately forgotten has never been forgotten...

Suddenly, her heart felt sour, tears rolled down drop by drop for no reason, and she couldn't stop...

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That's all for today.