In February, the south was shrouded in thick fog, which blurred vision and hearing.
Xi Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes. The ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, reminding her of the identity of the patient next to her. She felt sober and groggy, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears, accompanied by a tingling sensation.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
