"I like it. I like Ashen the most."
The morning sunlight streamed in through the window and shone on the young man lying on the hospital bed, coating the delicate but pale face with a golden halo. The young man's long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face like a small fan. The picture was so beautiful, so beautiful that it made people feel distressed. If it weren't for the ear-piercing scream of the heart rate monitor beside him, everyone would have thought that the young man was just asleep.