C487 Again

The cherry blossoms were about to wilt from the branches and fall to the ground. Ling Kongkong, who had been muddle-headed all day, had gradually regained her consciousness.

I, Ling Xiaoyuv, did not know how to take care of and accompany her for more than a month. I did not even attend class. His heart seemed to be gradually recovering and being healed again.

The next day