Outside the window.
Lead-gray clouds densely covered the sky.
The whole city seemed to be shrouded in an unspeakable oppression and darkness.
Vishdair pushed open the wooden door, emerging naked from the bathroom of the room—she had finished training and returned from the training room to take a cold shower.
In the luxurious ward, akin to an apartment, the room was filled with fruit baskets sent by Lin Guang's friends, classmates, and those he had saved from inheritances.
They were not allowed to enter the ward, but at least these gifts arrived. They were all high-end products, with the baskets themselves being spiritual artifacts that could keep the fruit fresh for a long time.
The silver-haired girl dried herself with a towel, applied a band-aid, dressed, walked to the bed, and silently gazed at the boy's serene face, completely unchanged from his usual appearance.
