Upon reaching the hospital room door, Dong Xin Yan's footsteps paused slightly, her hands unconsciously clenched, she took a breath, and her hand fell onto the doorknob, slowly turning it open.
The door opened little by little, Dong Xin Yan lifted her gaze, the hospital room was very quiet, even somewhat deathly still, Cheng Ziyang leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale, his eyes dark, his expression slightly dull, staring blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Dong Xin Yan's gaze suddenly fixed on him, her heart trembled fiercely.
She had never seen Cheng Ziyang like this, so quiet, so deathly still, so dark, the warmth, sunshine, and positivity in him had disappeared without a trace.
A deep pain flashed across Dong Xin Yan's eyes, she bit her lower lip hard, lifted her foot, and walked toward him somewhat stiffly.
