In the late autumn of 2023, the intensive care unit of the Municipal Cancer Hospital.
Shen Li stared at the light yellow water stain on the ceiling for seventeen minutes. In my ears was the regular ticking sound of the heart monitor, like it was counting down something.
The door opened.
The sound of high heels. Not a nurse.
"Sister, are you still awake?" Shen Weiwei's voice was sweet and sweet, with the briskness unique to a winner. She sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed and lightly scratched the edge of the bed with her well-manicured nails.
