Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”,Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.,In the driver's seat, a man with tea-colored sunglasses smirked, "Congratulations on your freedom."。