In the hospital, Mo Yixuan sat against the head of the bed, still put on a drip on his hand. Today was his last day in hospital, so tomorrow he could be discharged.
He asked the maids to take care of his mother. There was no one to take care of him, nor did he turn to a nursing staff. He simply let the nurse help him get something to eat when he was hungry. That was it.
During the past few days here, he really felt the kind of loneliness and desolation.There was no one talking with him, so he could tell no one the pain in his heart. He was just like a man abandoned by God, who would continue on his life road alone.
He asked the nurse to pull up the curtains, the whole ward looking like a closed cell. Meanwhile he felt like that he was locked up. It was said that when God closed the door, he would open a window for you. However, he could not see that window, only surrounded by darkness, pitch darkness.
