C115 Fuzzy Memory

After playing with Qiao Lele for a while, they returned upstairs.

"..." This is not the way to go about it. " Through the window of the ward, Nie Yuan stared at Zhang Lan's emaciated face with a pained expression.

Hearing Nie Yuan's words, Qiao Xi looked at Zhang Lan's weak expression in silence. She clenched her hands so tightly that the tip of her fingers had turned white