Then he looked at her, his face didn't look any better than hers.
His complexion was pale, and his lips lacked any seriousness.
A pair of hands, extremely cold in the winter, yet at this moment of holding, inexplicably brought a hint of warmth to the heart.
She wore a long white down coat, making her skin look even whiter.
In her haste, she didn't have time to wear winter socks, and rushed out like this, her legs were freezing purple, looking very cold.
She only wore a pair of pink slippers, which seemed a bit warmer.
Although Tiana Thorne wasn't her father's biological daughter, she was very concerned about her father.
For a moment, the fear in her heart gradually dissipated a lot.
Hopefully, Dad will be okay.
After parting, the two came to the door of the operating room.
Tiana Thorne's heart was like being mercilessly clenched by an invisible hand, the father in her memory was always busy, rarely at home.
