"Important things cannot be seen with the eyes."
Bai Yang's disease cannot be cured.
It's always been like this.
Every day she lies in the hospital bed, she is waiting for death. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, her mother, whom she has not seen for a long time, will come to sign a death notice for her, and get their own relief.
But that day, the sun was lingering, and the suddenly opened ward window brought in the breath of spring. Fuluo appeared in Bai Yang's world, and even a golden shadow filled Bai Yang's resentful black world.
Intention: Can I love you, crying heart