The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated into a small room through the gap in the curtains. As if disturbed by this naughty guy, the person on the bed on the left frowned, stretched out his hands from the blanket, put it on his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.
They were a pair of clear eyes, very ordinary but very clean, and the face of the owner of the eyes was also ordinary. The first thing she saw after opening her eyes was the white roof. A trace of doubt flashed through her mind. She sat up slowly, with white sheets and milky-white blankets under her hands. She looked around at the tables, chairs, cabinets, all for two people. Finally, she noticed the person on the other bed to her right. She was lying in a protective posture, curled up, with her back to the owner of her sight. At this time, there was another pain in her head. She covered her head with both hands and bit her lips. "Who am I? Where is this?" She used her left hand to grasp the sheets and bent her waist. She saw a dim red in her daze and grabbed it with both hands. It was embroidered on...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
