tle expression of hers, how could she resemble a little girl, wanting to cry but holding it backShu Tinglan took the initiative to step forward, hugged him, and said nothing.He deliberately livened up...Shu Tinglan didn't know why he had to listen to these strange memories under the streetlights in the residential area. Moreover, judging from his expression, it wasn't a good memory either. 。"On the third day, you finally answered the phone, yelling at me, probably thinking I was being a nuisance, driving you crazy..." He scoffed, still remembering Shu Tinglan's furious voice that time. She vented all her disgust for him in her voice. Even many years later, he would still vividly remember the feeling of self-doubt stemming from being genuinely disliked over the phonepating his reaction.The family doctor arrived soon. It was just a routine check-up, taking her temperature and blood pressure, and asking about her symptoms. Besides feeling sleepy and having a big ap...