A gust of wind, hitting the face, the bitter cold penetrating the pores, freezing the blood sans temperature into ice, goosebumps emerging.
However, Li Wei didn't notice at all, his mind completely oblivious to these sensations, simply hurrying forward, stumbling into the night.
It wasn't until Li Wei caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye, a figure like the Grim Reaper, quietly waiting at the hospital's entrance, that it seized his heart.
"…Who, who's there?"
In the dim night light, the figure curled up beside the steps at the hospital's entrance, the frail body seeming unable to bear the weight of the night, nearly crushed and swallowed by it, shivering slightly, as if its life force was fading bit by bit in the darkness, like a candle in the wind.
That, clearly, wasn't the Grim Reaper.
Coming to a halt, Li Wei turned around and carefully discerned the figure in the blurry glow of the hospital lights and moonlight.
He couldn't help doubting his own eyes.
