C212 Lin lang is sick

An Hao obediently let go of his hands, slipped off his back, and leaned against the wall as he sat on top of a pile of things, half squinting while muttering: "You can't just leave me behind … "I'll be afraid …"

"Why would I leave you?" Lin Lang raised his hands to stroke her messy hair, and then stood up to check the window.

If the windows could be opened