Bleeding

The red gauze fell.

What appeared in front of everyone was a breathtakingly beautiful face.

When Xia Qingyan saw Zhao Shuning, dressed in red, with a red veil covering her face, she was stunned.

When he saw those eyes again, his heart was racing.

After Zhao Shuning finished her sentence with a smile.

He gave a slight bow to everyone.

She turned around and looked at Ling Ruo, saying, "Elder Ling Ruo, I'm late, so I'll suffer whatever punishment there is. But I can't be considered to have left the hospital for five days, and I can't be expelled."

When the woman spoke, she looked straight at Ling Ruo.

Every word, every word, was sonorous and powerful.

Ling Ruo rather admired this pride.

It was much better than the little girl who only knew how to cry.

"Elder Zhou, check on her work."

The white-haired elder braced himself and walked forward.