"Don't speak, you're injured." "Gently, quietly take a bath, so you're adjusting Lin Zhaofeng's wound.
This action, I dare not think of future tenderness, just hope to let Lin Zhaofeng hurt the world, through people's special to continue the mistake of using wind power.
If this is the only thing I can do right now, then forget the danger in the past, don't think about the past, don't think about the future.
Neither asking Lin Chaofeng to heal his wounds nor thinking that Lin Chaofeng has recovered but still is difficult to escape.
In the limited years he has, he has not seen real death.
This is the first time, this is a very young boy before, this is a completely different person constantly making himself, this is actually not a strong husband's death.
He cannot bear to think. He is running away. Beautiful women are afraid they cannot defeat him.
"Don't do that." Lin Chaofeng thought, "I am not here, you might be better."
