C51 Withering Rain

When the clock hands on the wall were about to converge at the number 12, Mo Ya gently scratched Xu Hsinghsing's hand a few times and then carefully kissed Xu Hsinghsing's finger and injured wrist.

When the nurse noticed Xu Hsinghsing's ward again according to Mo Ya's instructions, there was only Xu Hsinghsing lying on the bed