Before they knew it, the sun had begun to set.

For no reason, Xiao Yunyun always felt that the autumn evening was bleaker, more open, painful, and elegant than the other seasons'.

Perhaps it was because of the withered yellow leaves, or because of the sunset glow which was beautiful but was about to soon vanish.

When the clock struck half past five in the afternoon, the door of the ward was knocked. Then, Su Yicheng came in.

For Su Yicheng, ...