Always in Love with You

At eight o'clock in the morning, Polly arrived at the hospital on time. But there was no one in the ICU. Polly called Lisa, but her phone was off.

She knew that woman's phone shouldn't have been turned off at this time. A person like her would never run out of electricity. The only reason was she avoided seeing her like the previous several times.

A sense of foreboding overwhelmed her.

She asked a nurse on duty and the nurse told her that the patient inside had entered the operating room and had the liver transplant surgery. She said that she was the daughter of that patient, and the liver that was transplanted in her body. Why did the patient enter the operating room.

The nurse looked at her strangely, saying that the patient had found a new liver. She also said that her filial piety is very moving, but such a thing as giving liver is still dangerous, very grateful for her.

Polly was on the verge of breaking down.

'how could she lie to me!

Now she had dropped from school and the debt from her parents reached five million. How should she repay that huge sum of money!

It was not until now did she understand that the woman's real purpose was to use this issue to make their family broken up.

She didn't take a car but went back to A University from the hospital. It took her two hours.

Layers upon layers of water and

blew across her face, it stimulated her skin and brought her a sharp pain. In the dead of the road, there was nobody. All the

said it would snow tonight. The weather in A City was

the gate of A University, she couldn't hold on any longer and sat down in frustration. She was shivering all over, and her hair was messed up by the wind. But she could no longer care about it. Her

figure that had been hidden and untouched in her memory slowly enlarged and became clearer and clearer. His handsome face, soft hair, and his

real pain was. No matter how sad she was,

met someone he liked in

to lie to herself that as long as he was alive, she would be close to him no

found that she was wrong. At last, she could not bear such

wanted was

soft as dust, on her hair and on her cold

flying jade scrap in confusion. Last spring, the fragrance of tobacco willows fluttered in the air with the gentle breeze, falling a lot. At that time, she stood by the

her hand. The coldness gripped her palm, as if someone was

snow. The security guard of the library turned

ground was covered with a thin layer of snow and

pull her away from sitting on the ground. She scolded with worry, "what are you doing