on the wall. It was only 9:30, and she had already yawned several times.She leaned against the back of the sofa, drowsy and yawning, squeezing out a few rational tears that blurred her vision."Tired"...Xiaoyi pushed open the window, letting fresh air flow into the room.ely without anything. She still had her mother.Qin Heng looked at him meaningfully, "You've changed, A Zheng."Ho Mingzheng smiled wryly.Fu Yan kept vigil outside the ward until midnight. She didn't do...