In a quiet small room, the sunlight from the window casts on the clean ground. There is a painting hanging on the wall. The person in the painting looks ferocious, which makes people look depressing. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the entire room, but the boy sitting on the hospital bed stared at the painting intently, his eyes sometimes sad and sometimes full of restlessness. There was no emotion on her delicate face.
Several knocks on the door broke the silence, and a tall doctor came in. Seeing the young man like this, he not only frowned, but he was worried. The little nurse behind him looked at the quiet boy warily, full of fear.
"Ange?" The magnetic voice called softly, as if afraid of surprising him.
The young man paused and turned to look at Qiu Boyan. Those beautiful downturned eyes are as calm as water.