Suddenly, a loud clang echoed from outside, as if something was blown by a big gust of wind.
Sun Yuhan was shaken by the sudden noise, and her forehead was beaded with sweat from the shock.
Then, her face turned ashen pale.
This was a private ward, which housed the famous actress Su Muran, a former public figure. Alas, Best Actress Su had long lost her former beauty, with her face dull and her cheeks hollowed. She was so gaunt; she was almost skin and bones only, even the shape of her facial bones was clearly visible. It seemed as though she was waiting for her life to wither away. Every day, she would look forward to the dawn, but was terrified of the dusk. She was paranoid that she would not wake up again when tomorrow arrived. She wanted to live on, but who could help her? Her time was running out, and her days were truly numbered. She could lose her precious life the day after tomorrow, or tomorrow, or even in another few moments.
