The form in her hand was curled up by her round fingertips. Yan Jingfeng sat in her father's office, her thoughts wandering.
Ruan Tian is a good name. She thought. It's soft, sweet, and cute to the core.
In the photo, her almond-shaped eyes are so dazzling and her smile is so sweet.
But in the ward, Ruan Tian was lying weakly on the bed, hooked up to an intravenous drip, and the pale sheets didn't make her look any better.
Even the light in his eyes disappeared.
Intention: mutual salvation and inspiration.