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After staying in the hospital for a while, Ling Mo's wounds were more or less healed. Su Qing helped him pack up and prepared to leave.

Ling Mo sat at the side watching, his eyes seemed to be glued to Su Qing's body, not moving an inch.

"Just let them clean up." Ling Mo saw that Su Qing was busy.

Su Qing smiled at him.

Ling Mo watched as she busied himself, his heart still filled with warmth, as if he had become a real person the moment Su Qing picked him up.

"It's already been packed. Let Zhou Zhu send it back." Su Qing dusted off her body, then sat beside Ling Mo.

Pulling Su Qing's hand, Ling Mo squeezed gently. Hearing her, he nodded his head: "I'll send it over to you."

Su Qing looked at Ling Mo with some suspicion, allowing him to pinch her knuckles.

Ling Mo's answer was a little strange, but she did not ask any further, and only said with a little helplessness: "The florist has already been destroyed."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are here." Ling Mo laughed, it was extremely beautiful.

When Su Qing went back, she was a little surprised. florist had long ago not been in a dilapidated state when they left, and after the window was bright and clean, there was yet another bunch of beautiful flowers in a bottle.

"This is ?" Su Qing tilted her head to look at Ling Mo, only to see him looking at his with a gentle expression, as she gently embraced her shoulders and said: "I'm afraid you don't want to part with them, let them clean this up."

Su Qing's heart was brimming with happiness. It was not that she couldn't bear to part with this florist, it was just that she was moved by Ling Mo's meticulousness.

Under the embrace of the flower, Su Qing's slightly flushed face appeared even more tender. Ling Mo looked at her beloved one, and the softness in his hands made it impossible for him to stop. He tightened the grip on his hand, and held Su Qing tightly in her chest.

Ling Mo was a little excited in his heart, but he gently let go of her face.

Su Qing's face scrunched into a frown, and she immediately let go of Ling Mo's hands. Her actions scared Ling Mo: "What's wrong?" His tone was filled with worry.

Su Qing recuperated herself and sighed before replying: "It's fine, I've been sick for a long time."

"It's all my fault." Ling Mo really blamed himself, there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

He took some clothes for Su Qing to wear and helped her lie down on the sofa.

Su Qing laughed, found a comfortable position to lean on, and couldn't help but blush again.

"Are you better?" Ling Mo didn't notice the change in Su Qing's expression, he was only worried about Su Qing's waist ?

When Su Qing came back to her senses, she heaved a sigh of relief. She took in a deep breath and said: "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Idiot." Su Qing lightly embraced his shoulders. In front of her, Ling Mo was no different from a child who had not grown up yet.

Such a person made her heart ache even more.