Spring would always be the most pleasant season in Chasu City. The lazy sunshine shone through pear blossoms outside the window of Wang Yan's patient room and illuminated her body.
The white pear blossoms seemed to glow with endless spring. A gentle and lazy light went all over Wang Yan's black hair and gently caressed her face. The red rash on her face seemed almost demonic!
Even though spring sunshine was supposed to help everything come back to life, this light didn't bring any signs of life to Wang Yan at all. This gentle sunlight on her face only made her red rash even more noticeable.
