White Moonlight is Not Easy To Do

I can't see, the five aggregates are empty, and I only have your appearance in my heart. "

Zi Ling glanced at him and said, "You're still an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs. Does this mean that the five aggregates are empty in Buddhism?"

Xiao Minglang said: "It doesn't matter, I just want you to heal the injury."

After Zi Ling stopped for a while, Xiao Minglang asked, "Does it hurt?"

Zi Ling sighed, "It's normal, a minor injury. I'm just a scumbag, and my mother is the best in the world in martial arts, yet I was actually marked by a thief."

"It's alright, horses stumble, and so do people. I stumble all the time."

Zi Ling said, "Husband, sing a song for me to listen to."

"..."

Xiao Minglang knows several musical instruments and writes lyrics, but he just can't sing.

At this time, he looked at the wetness on her forehead. No matter how unreasonable she was, he also felt her uninjured left hand trembling slightly, but she restrained herself from trembling. He knew that she was really in pain, but he never cried out in pain.

He sang softly and tenderly in distress, so that the nurse next to him could not help but be moved to tears when he heard it.

Xiao Minglang, Xiao Mingcheng, and Wang Haichao stayed in the hospital all night. Zi Ling had five stitches on her back, which lasted all night, and finally fell asleep at five in the morning.

Xiao Minglang naturally wanted to accompany Ziling, and Xiao Mingcheng was also worried that the tide was in danger and stayed by her side.

Until noon, when Ziling woke up, she told them to leave first, saying that it would prevent so many people from blocking the hospital and affecting the doctors and patients. :