In the gray room, there is a girl sitting on a dilapidated hospital bed. The girl has silver-purple hair, and under the eyebrow-length bangs is a delicate silver-blue mask. Under the sunlight, it shows the exquisite workmanship, but it is a pity that it is not wiped often, and there is already a thin layer of dust on it.
"Ha..." The girl on the hospital bed suddenly laughed at herself, but her voice was so light and sweet. And there was an expression of vicissitudes of life on his slightly dirty face. "It seems I don't have much time..." Youyou turned his head and looked at the two bottles of medicine on the table. Falling into the last memories....