Taking out a piece of paper from the tissue bag, Cen Heshuang handed it to Song Ling, looked at her with care, and asked her cautiously: "...... You okay? ”

They sat on a bench at the bus stop outside the hospital.

The sky was foggy, gloomy with a few dark clouds, which were blown by the wind.

Song Ling took the tissue and thanked her with a crying voice.

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Chapter 159 While You Hate Him, I Hate You You Are Hitting Your Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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