Truth

It was now winter, and there were icicles of varying sizes on the edges of the windows. Looking back, one could see that the icicles could refract sunlight into several colors.

Tang Ke'er held her head with her hands as she stared blankly at the icicles on the edge of the bed.

"Ke Er?" "What are you daydreaming about?"

Gu Langping waved his hand in front of her eyes and looked at her with concern.

"Ah?" "Nothing, I think that ice pick looks pretty good."

Tang Ke'er came back to her senses and smiled sweetly at Gu Langping.

The sweet smile of the woman before him caused him to be unable to help himself from shaking.

"Hurry up and eat. Don't you want to eat hotpot? After waiting for such a long time, you're still in a daze. "

Gu Langping clenched his chopsticks and said gently.

Gu Langping was usually a very gentle person. During the three months she had been awake, she had never seen him angry.