The room was spacious and clean. The wind that slipped through the window was damp, and the light pouring down from the ceiling gave everything in its path a glossy sheen.
Fu Zhi began to scan the ward.
There was a man lying on the sickbed. He had an ectomorphic body stature and he was wearing a white shirt. Fu Zhi could not see his face clearly, as it was hidden by the light.
One of his arms rested on top of the black comforter. His fingers were slender and delicate but extremely pale. Fu Zhi reckoned that it must be because of his illness.
After taking a few steps, she stopped in front of the bed and lowered her head. It was only then that she saw the man's face.
Her nephew had an attractive face. His skin was fair, and his facial features were well-defined. His thin lips were tightly-closed, making him look like a difficult person.
