After escorting a patient back from a CT scan, Yao Ziye sat on the bench beside the bed to catch his breath.
A small hand slipped out from under the bedsheet, and he gently grasped it, intending to tuck it back under the cover. As he turned the hand over, he saw her tender palm, pale-skinned and as transparent as cicada wings.
For a moment, as if controlled by something, he raised his finger and gently pressed in the center of her palm~
A bloom of red mist appeared suddenly in the pale space between her fingers, like ripples from a stone thrown into a lake, resembling a red plum blossom bud that had unexpectedly bloomed overnight, stunningly beautiful.
Shaken by this spectacle, he found himself holding onto her hand for a long while without letting go.
The tall and handsome Du Yu walked into the emergency room, pushing aside the curtain, and upon seeing him holding her hand, joked, "Big Boss Yao, do you find her too ugly? Look at yourself now."
