The door to the ward was gently closed again. At this moment, the room was once again plunged into an excessive silence.
Yan Huan pulled the blanket aside and placed the back of her hand in front of her eyes. Due to frequent injections recently, the back of her hand had already become riddled with holes. She had been poked several times a day, and each time, a hole was poked in. It wasn’t riddled with holes, what was it then?
She carefully sat up, but just this simple action had already caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She could only lie down again, but it still didn’t work. She couldn’t move.
She brought her fingers before her eyes again and began to flip through her and Lu Yi’s previous chat logs. But in the next moment, she started to cry and laugh at the same time. The Sun outside the window pierced through the clouds and shone through, however, it had always been a little shady here. There was also that knot in her heart that had almost been untangled without a stove.
