Su Qingyu and Shen Z

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. It was a harsh winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。