When he turned his head, he unintentionally saw a fragile figure sitting on a bench on the hospital lawn.
He squinted slightly, and sure enough, it was that little girl.
She was wearing a thin hospital gown, holding an urn in her arms, sitting there without moving.
Staring blankly at the star-studded night sky, no one knew what she was thinking.
The slightly chilly night breeze blew against her thin figure.
The loose hospital gown puffed up in the wind, as if it could be carried away at any moment.
Chen Jun pressed his lips together and walked over, taking off his jacket and gently draping it over her shoulders.
But Huang Ying didn't react at all, her small face completely expressionless.
Her head stayed slightly tilted up, eyes fixed on the stars above.
Chen Jun didn't speak and sat down beside her.
The moon rose, the stars faded, and before they knew it, the sky began to brighten.
The entrance of the hospital gradually grew lively.
