It was dawn. It was six o'clock in the morning in Yanjing, and most people in the city woke up from their slumber.
The uncles and aunties carried their bags to the market to buy vegetables. They picked and picked on both sides of the street and haggled with the small vendors.
The young man held his phone and ran on the road with his bag, hoping to catch the bus and subway that was about to arrive.
Even some of the children had woken up to memorize English words.
This world seemed to have not changed much from the day before. Everyone was concerned about their own affairs. The joys and sorrows of others had nothing to do with them.
On the 22nd floor of the Third Inpatient Department of Union Medical Hospital.
Few people knew how the people on this floor had spent the night.
The air was silent, like a DVD player that had been paused.
At this moment, there was no longer any crying. Their tears had all dried up.
