Li Qingshen was already such a perfect man, how could he possibly fall in love with a girl with such an ugly past?
She was deluding herself, it was wishful thinking, she...
The more Ling Momo thought about it, the more panicked she became.
Wen Jiaran asked Ling Momo several questions, but she didn't respond. Irresistibly, she reached out her hand and shook Ling Momo, realizing how frightfully cold her hand was. Concerned, she couldn't help but ask, "Momo, what's wrong? Do you feel unwell?"
Ling Momo came back to her senses, tilted her head with a ghastly pale face, and slowly shook her head. She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing."
Wen Jiaran, still worried, touched her forehead to ensure she didn't have a fever, then continued to speak with her about other matters.
...
Li Qingshen's surgery was very successful. Although it encountered a tiny danger during the bloodletting, the hematoma backflowed, nearly entering into the brain. But in the end, it was perfectly resolved.
