Xia Ruoxin placed her hands on her knees. It had been a month; it had really been a month. She actually did not walk out of the door in such a long time and did not see the sky outside.
When the sunlight from outside shone on her body, she felt as if her body started to tremble.
She used her hands to block her eyes, and on her thin arm, it seemed that there was only a bone. Aside from the bone, there was only a layer of skin.
She lowered her head and looked at her fingers that looked like a chicken claw. At this time, a man walked behind her; and her body was slightly taken aback. When she turned around, she saw that man talking to his colleague.
The white doctor's uniform was still so clean and pure. He smiled, and tears instantly welled up in Xia Ruoxin's eyes and rolled down onto the back of her hands. They were cold and patchy.
For some reason, that man also turned around.