A thin light shone down, and the cypress trees gradually revealed their dark shadows, as if the dark side of the human heart was getting wider and wider. The moon is a holy angel, and even ghosts who have been well hidden during the day have to reveal their true colors.
Lin Xiao
Lying on the bed by the window, he looked at the night sky with the silver moon hanging in his eyes. "I have never been so obsessed with this world as I am now," he murmured to himself.
The soft words happened to fall into the ears of nurse Ni Fei who had just opened the door. She was originally here to record the electrocardiogram of the young man on the hospital bed, but after hearing the young man's words, her heart trembled. It was not the words that shocked him, but the tone in which he said these words. It was like the words of a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life and suffering. The words were mixed with grief, loss, worry, helplessness, and regret, but there was also a trace of joy. What kind of memories does this 17-year-old boy have, what has he experienced in the past, and what is he carrying in his heart. She didn't even know, she just felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart.
It's better to wait until he's asleep before taking notes. Anyway, nothing will happen if he's just a few hours late. I'll call Xiao Li by then.
Nurse Ni Fei just walked away from Ward 412.