g.It can certainly be confirmed that Zhang Ma was the same ward as Song Qiao Ying, a woman who gave birth at the hospital, during that year. She didn't die in the fire, but quietly survived it."What...“I don't need it to be pretty!” Si Wanqiao hurriedly said, “Even if it’s written like a dog’s paw, I don’t mind! You write because it’s a way to cultivate your emotions, a hobby. For me, it's hellish pain! I absolutely dislike writing, let alone doing it. I don’t even want to hold a pen… Good sister-in-law, please help me… You are the best sister-in-law in the world…”

"I waited and waited all evening, but you didn't come. I was so hungry my stomach was growling! That's why I had a little bit of a complaint... But once you got here, it was all gone! Seriously, I swear!"

"Si Wanqiao."

Sīyè chén saw her holding u Yán's hand, seemingly pleading for something, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Are you finished speaking"

"It's almost over..."goes to the gentlemen's club on Wednesday or Friday nights. Sometimes he carries a bag with him. When he goes in, the bag is bulging, and when he comes out, it's flat. He probably does some business w...