After hanging up the phone, the ward suddenly became a little silent.

the little nurse Xiao Yi had been waiting for did not push the door into the room again, and Murong Xue had not been sent home by the single saber. In such a large ward, there was only a TV with boring advertisements. In the face of the suddenly quiet air, Xiao Yi was used to it. For a long time in the past, he has been used to loneliness, to the sleepless night, to breathing, such a dead air.

when a person becomes accustomed to the coming night and the coming loneliness, can he really be fearless...