C330 Every Minute and Every Second Was Torture

Until the moon falls, the weather turns cold, and the atmosphere in Xingqing Palace is as cold as ice.

Feng Shuocann kept staring at Su Xiaoyi. Every needle that the Imperial Physician sutured seemed to be sutured at the tip of his heart. He could not bear the pain and blamed himself in his heart. It was all his fault that Su Xiaoyi suffered such pain and exhaustion