trap rose

Wen Mian was lying quietly on the hospital bed. Her face was much rosier than before, no longer the worrying paleness. Her breathing was slow and even, as if she was having a beautiful dream.

Pei Zhiyao's hand was still holding hers tightly, and his persistence and affection were touching.

Suddenly, Wen Mian on the hospital bed moved his fingers slightly.

She was originally unconscious, but her eyelids were trembling slightly, as if she was trying to open them.

The surrounding environment became quiet, with only the slight ticking of instruments and the occasional sound of vehicles passing by outside the window.

The indoor light is soft, caressing the white walls, and the afterglow of dusk leaves a faint yellow on the walls.

This warm-toned environment gives people a warm and peaceful feeling.

At the head of the bed, a bouquet of flowers bloomed quietly, with crystal water drops hanging on the petals, like traces of morning dew.

They emit a light fragrance, which is fresh and natural, as if it can wash away the dust in the soul.

However, this floral fragrance cannot completely cover up the unique smell of disinfectant in hospitals.

The smell, although pungent, is comforting as it symbolizes cleanliness and health.

The two scents intertwined together to form the unique smell of the ward.

The sunlight, like fine pieces of gold, spilled into the ward through the window. The golden halo danced in the air, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet ward. Wisps of sunlight shone on the hospital bed, gently awakening Wen Mian from his coma.

Her fingers, as slender as dead branches, moved gently. It was a weak, almost imperceptible movement, but it seemed to cause a chain reaction in the silent air. This movement made the tips of her fingers tremble slightly, as if expressing the desire to awaken.

Her eyelids were thick and heavy, as if they carried the exhaustion of the entire world. They tried to open, but seemed to be restrained by invisible forces. Every attempt seems so difficult, but every time is extremely determined.

Finally, the heavy eyelids slowly opened under the call of the sun. Her eyes went from blurry to clear and gradually focused. What comes into view is the white ceiling, pure and peaceful, as flawless as a newborn baby.

A tired smile appeared on Wen Mian's face. She panted softly, and every breath was like a fight against fate. In her eyes, there is the tenacity of having experienced life and death, as well as confusion and expectation for the future.

Her hair, as smooth as silk, lay scattered on the pillow, contrasting sharply with the white sheets.

The sunlight hit her hair, making them shine with golden light, as if every hair was filled with the power of life.

She slowly rolled her eyes, trying to adjust to her surroundings.

Her vision gradually became clearer, and she saw the sunshine outside the window.

She closed her eyes gently and took a deep breath.

The breath seemed to take away all her fatigue and pain, giving her a little peace of mind.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes and looked forward firmly.

At that moment, she knew that she had defeated death and regained the chance of life.

Outside the window of the ward, a small sparrow was chirping, its crisp sound jumping in the air.

Wen Mian was lying on the hospital bed. Her hands and feet were a little stiff from being in bed for a long time. She gently moved her fingers and toes in an attempt to stretch them.

Pei Zhiyao lay on the bedside, one hand on the warm cotton quilt, and fell asleep quietly. (End of chapter)