In a daze, Wang Ge dreamed of the past again.
"Can I go out and play?"
Little Wang Ge became a five or six-year-old child, staring eagerly at the world outside the window.
Little Wang Ge was thin and frail, his body extremely delicate.
His delicate features were as exquisite as a young boy stepping out of an anime.
His fair skin was like that of a porcelain doll, his eyes staring unblinkingly outside the window.
It had just rained outside, and a cute white puppy happened to be bouncing around outside the window.
The chubby body rolled back and forth on the ground, occasionally nibbling at the tender green grass.
Little Wang Ge watched the puppy outside with envy, wishing he could be that puppy, able to roll around outside.
"Once you're better, you can go out and play."
An elderly man in a white coat looked at little Wang Ge kindly, reaching out with aged fingers to touch Wang Ge's head.
