She arrived at the door of room 601 with breakfast.
She pressed the doorbell.
About twenty seconds later, the door in front of her was opened from the inside.
A man in black homewear stood in front of her.
Barefoot, standing on the floor.
His black hair hung smoothly on his forehead, without glasses, his dark pupils were even deeper, and the color of his lips had faded much, making his skin look even whiter.
It bore a peculiar beauty as cast by illness.
Fu Chi appeared to be slightly taken aback.
Staring at her, his eyes laced with heated emotion.
Swallowing twice, he opened his mouth with a raspy voice: "Ruanruan."
Jiang Ruan looked at the man's sickly face and shook the breakfast in her hand, "I bought this for you, may I come in?"
The man's lips curved upward as he stepped aside, "Of course."
Jiang Ruan entered wearing slippers.
Fu Chi's home seemed a bit desolate, there were no bright colors in the house. At one glance, you could only see endless paleness.
