A sky full of stars, the night is quiet and still.
NUA Hospital is filled with light, Ryan Anderson's ward is on the top floor. The room is large, and if it weren't for the instruments and the thin blankets printed with the hospital's logo, one might mistake it for a hotel.
Rosie Scott never stays up late. As an actress, she must sleep by eleven to maintain a good condition, a habit cultivated over the years.
At this moment, she leans back on the sofa, her eyes already closed.
Moonlight spills through the window, casting a silver glow over her. The girl's silhouette is outlined by the moonlight, her thick long lashes slightly curling upward. When her enchanting fox-like eyes are closed, she looks a bit naïve and charming. Her slightly proud nose, rounded nose tip, and defined chin line.
Charles Anderson watched her for a long time. He moved his wheelchair to cover her with a blanket and tidied her hair that was scattered over her shoulder.
