White Horse Sanatorium was a lonely building, surrounded by endless trees.
Perhaps the builders wanted to provide a peaceful living environment for the patients, so the nearest residence was hundreds of meters away.
When Li Changhe saw the sanatorium from a distance, it was already evening.
The sun, devoid of warmth, cast a long shadow of the building.
It seemed to envelop everything, devour everything.
He didn't know if it was his imagination or the chill brought by the previous rain but upon arriving, the air around felt even colder.
The building no longer showed traces of being ravaged by fire, but there was always a burnt smell filling the nostrils.
A tripe vendor hurried past on his way home from closing up his stall for the night.
One would think that during normal times, people would gossip about such things over tea and meals. However, when they were actually here,
With the lonely building, dim surroundings, burnt smell, and those half-true, half-false rumors...