She had only put on a pair of jeans and a black hoodie in a hurry. Her hair was still wet, and she was wearing slippers.
The temperature outside had already turned cold. The cold wind assailed his body, mixed with a bit of the chill of winter.
The taxi drove quickly, and the Chinese parasol trees on both sides of the road flew past. Just like the tears in her eyes, they blurred her eyes. It was as if she was racing against time, constantly urging the driver to hurry, hurry, and go faster.
She had long been numb to the assault of the cold wind. Her mind was filled with the pale and weak body on the hospital bed. The thought of her not being able to open her eyes again made her heart feel like it was being cut by a knife.
He was her only family member who loved her the most in the world.
When she arrived at the hospital, she rushed straight in and kept shouting for her to make way.
