On the 11th floor of the Second Hospital of the City, framed by a silver-white iron fence, Ira lay on the mottled rust-red ground and traced the blooming roses on the iron fence with his fingers. He thought of his mother's gentle caress on his head and the cold boy at the back table. He suddenly felt that he was the happiest person in the world and smiled happily unconsciously.
There is no soil or flower seeds on the eleventh floor of the Second Hospital of the City, so the so-called happiness cannot grow.
On the ward distribution map in the elevator hall downstairs, the mental ward on the eleventh floor is highlighted with a mocking fluorescent red, reminding relatively normal people not to disturb those happiness.
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