C1690 Two Books on the Impossible

Ding Ruoxue's voice was low and gentle. It clearly sounded like the voice of a feather, but Ji Qianyu felt as if a heavy hammer had smashed into his heart. What did she mean by this?

His heart pounded and he had a bad premonition, especially when he saw the hospital logo on the kraft paper bag from the corner of his eyes. Ji Qianyu was even more worried.

But on the surface