In the hospital ward, a girl just over ten years old lay on the hospital bed, her frame noticeably thinner than that of other children her age.
Illness tortured her with body aches, and only after being completely exhausted at night could she get a little rest.
Her mother had set up a makeshift bed beside her, accompanying her daughter to sleep.
Even in her dreams, the woman's eyebrows were tightly knitted.
For her daughter's pain and the medical expenses that flowed like water, yet no matter what, she clenched her teeth and always wore a smile when facing her daughter.
Only at night could she let down her guard and silently shed tears.
Through the glass, Li Sanniang watched the mother and daughter.
She cracked a smile.
Her porcelain white palm slightly opened, and the black mist coalesced into tendrils that climbed over the door.
It looked like they were about to seep through the cracks of the door.
However, at that instant, Li Sanniang suddenly turned around.
