An Zixi sat on the hospital bed, the sun shining brightly outside the window, and a gentle breeze. The blue and white curtains fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance of the roses beside the table was breathtaking.

Her face was somewhat pale, her thin chin slightly raised, her bangs covering her smooth forehead, and her clothes covered her forehead. When she raised her head, she could see that her eyes were like a clear lake, deep and blue, filled with sorrow. ...