Li Nanli and Fu Zhi were the only ones left in the ward.
Li Nanli did not say anything else. He slowly got up from his bed, and it was only then that Fu Zhi had a chance to see his full size. He was tall, and his legs were long. After he got out of bed, he sauntered toward the window.
The window frame divided his slender figure into numerous pieces. As he kept his head low, his gaze scanned Fu Zhi and stopped at the red mole on her collarbone.
He raised his brows.
There was no expression on the young girl's face. Her face was so small that he believed he could hold it with one palm. Even though she was not wearing any make-up, her beauty was breathtaking.
Her almond-shaped eyes were watery, and her skin was fair.
It matched perfectly the soft white ball in his memory.
