As If A Century (1)

The night grew late. While the bright moon hung high up in the sky outside the window, the cold moonlight bathed the ground.

The main light in the ward was not switched on. Only the dim table lamp by the bed was turned on, but its weak light still looked gentle.

Su Nan held a warm towel and carefully used it to wipe Ruan Heng's body whose eyes were still shut as he lay in bed. She did it slowly and with detailed focus. By now, she was adept at it.

A while after that, she was finally done, so she began to massage his arms and legs. When she was done, she was worn out. The weather was cool, yet there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

When she finally sat down and reached out to gently hold Ruan Heng's frail hand, she could vaguely feel his hand subconsciously twitch a little, but upon studying his face, his eyes were not open.