The faint wall lamp dispelled the gloom of the ward.
The contours of the bedding on the hospital bed arched up, as if someone was sleeping soundly.
A flowing stain slipped into the ward through the crack under the door.
Squeak——creak——
The elongated faint sound echoed slowly as the door was gently opened.
At the edge of the wall lamp's faint light, a blurry remnant shadow slid towards the arched bed.
And from the depths of the shadows it traversed, a silhouette quietly emerged, an arm silently wrapping around the neck of the bed's shadow, suddenly tightening.
Just like pressing down on a curtain blown by the wind, Lu Li's attack penetrated the shadow, like a bundle of clothes withdrawing from shackles, slipping out of the ward along the wet floor.
The stains made Lu Li slip as he chased out, staggering as he grabbed the door frame and rushed out of the ward, but silence and darkness had already engulfed the outside.
