The clear blue sky and white clouds always made people want to go out and have fun. They wished they could run under the sun and enjoy their breathing and freedom.
However, Huo Hong was destined not to enjoy this sunlight.
He was forced to lie on the bed. Looking down, he could only vaguely see a esophagus in his mouth, slowly transporting liquid food to maintain his usual vital signs and energy needs in this way.
The room was empty. The curtains were drawn and never opened again, causing Huo Hong to be in a dark state for a long time.
Only the sound of the equipment seemed to indicate that Huo Hong was still alive.
Hearing the footsteps outside the corridor fade away, Huo Hong closed his eyes. His heart was filled with anger, but he couldn't move.
"…" His weak panting sounded like a broken blower.
It had been an unknown number of weeks since he last called Xu Dong.
