C297 There must be Something to Hate about Poor People

Su Xiangcheng lay on his bed, cell phone in hand, flipping through the photos he had taken with Su Qingrou.

The people in the photos were still smiling so sweetly, but now, she was the only one left.

When Qin Mo came in with a bowl of herbal medicine and saw that she wasn't asleep, he shook his head helplessly. "Why are you looking at your phone again?"

"I miss my sister