At the end of the hallway, the man's slender arm rested on the windowsill, he lit a cigarette, his cheeks sunken slightly, and he took a shallow breath and spit it out. The smoke rings fluttered gently and dispersed. His deep ink eyes exuded a coldness that repelled people thousands of miles away, and the light in his eyes fell indifferently outside the window.

As early autumn approaches, the camphor trees gently sway their green leaves under the mist and rain, and the drizzle washes away the gradually drooping branches, adding a bit of gloomy color.

After a while, the man retracted his gaze, held half of the unfinished cigarette between his slender fingers, extinguished it, threw it into the trash can, and walked towards the ward......

The man pushed open the door and saw a little woman who was a little distracted.

"What's the matter, Leilei......

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