Beauty
Editor: Atlas Studios
Bo Jinchuan hugged Shen Fanxing tightly, wishing he could bury her into his bones.
"Sorry, Fanxing."
Shen Fanxing shook her head and said in a muffled voice,
"Ah Chuan, shall we return to Ping Cheng?"
Bo Jinchuan replied without hesitation, "Okay, let's go back."
According to yesterday's arrangement, she should have left today.
She had already prepared everything. There was nothing that could delay her.
When it was almost noon, news came from the hospital.
Bo Ziyan woke up.
Old Master Bo, who had been waiting for his grandson to wake up, finally heaved a sigh of relief. He planned to go to the hospital to take a look, so he went back with him.
Putting down her bowl and chopsticks, Shen Fanxing looked at Bo Jinchuan and said, "I want to go to the hospital too."
"Why are you visiting him?"
Shen Fanxing picked up the glass of water and took a sip. Her expression was calm as she said softly, "To visit."
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