The days of April were accompanied by the gentle rain of Southern Kalin, washing the dust and sand off the window glass, flowing down slowly, and amidst this silent indifference, spring departed as summer arrived.
Fang Hong could almost hardly sense the passage of time, as the small world inside the narrow hospital room was always that small window, like the only link to the outside world. There was also the green, shadow-like vine outside the window, growing along the window frame, sprouting new branches. A spider wove its web in the shadow of the leaves, only for a storm to blow the web to tatters, and then the cycle began anew.
The people caring for him by his side also changed cyclically. Miss Ship's Officer came the most, and she liked to open the window to let him breathe the fresh air outside, or give him a sweet kiss. The noble lady was detailed and thorough, like a beautiful dream.
