A young nurse walked into the ward with a bunch of fresh flowers and several magazines.
She placed the bouquet on the cabinet next to the bed and then arranged the magazines beside Wen Mian's pillow.
The nurse gently adjusted Wen Mian's position and tucked in the corner of the blanket.
Looking at Wen Mian's pale and fragile face, a twinge of pain couldn't help but arise in her heart.
She knew that this young girl was engaging in a silent struggle with the grim reaper.
At this moment, the sunlight outside the window was slanting into the ward, casting its light on Wen Mian's face but still unable to conceal her pale and powerless complexion.
Her breathing was still weak, and each rise and fall seemed like life itself was trembling gently.
"Who are you?" Chen Meiqi stood in the hospital corridor, her gaze fell on the face of the man before her, filled with vigilance.
