Jiang Che looked at the world before him; the hospital room carried the familiar scent of disinfectant, with a faint hint of blood.
The shadows of the people around him turned into illusory bubbles, distorting and spreading, as the original colors began to blur and fade.
White clothes, white walls, white counters—all the whiteness seemed like a muddled painting, becoming increasingly unclear.
Jiang Che gazed at Ding Ning being wheeled into the ward in the distance; her face turned to another direction, pale and indistinct on the white hospital bed.
Jiang Che stood still, unable to move a step.
He had stayed in this world for almost six years, from sophomore year in high school to junior year, then graduation from college, pregnancy, and childbirth.
Even their new house had just been renovated not long ago.
