The smell of disinfectant was like a cold needle piercing Lu Ze's nasal cavity over and over again. White. The walls are white, the sheets are white, and even the air has a pale white color. Only the face on the hospital bed was paler than these whites. Lu Ze's sister, Lu Yao, lay quietly, like a fragile porcelain. Her breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible. Only the subtle rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive. Lu Ze stretched out his rough fingers and gently held his sister's hand. The cold touch made his heart shrink suddenly, as if he was being grabbed.
