Blow-dry hair_1

The night was dusky, the moon bright, and the stars sparse.

The thick night was lit up by the city lights, with a bustling nightscape of neon flickering outside.

Outside the hospital room, the cold wind howled, while inside, the heat was gentle, as if they were two different worlds.

Nian Yuyu came out of the bathroom after her bath, her wet hair casually draped behind her head.

She leaned against the wall and slowly moved to the bedside. When she looked up, she saw the sunflowers on the nightstand, a golden blaze full of vitality.

The subtle fragrance of the flowers flowed through the air, and the corners of her mouth curved into a shallow smile unconsciously.

Before long, her wet hair began soaking her nightgown.

Nian Yuyu searched the hospital room, but could not find a hairdryer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up her phone to send Chu You a message.

Nian Yuyu: [Dr. Chu, is there a hairdryer provided in the room?]

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