On the hospital bed, Ni Haiyan's eyes were vacant, with dark eye bags and pale lips. She looked like a cypress tree covered in snow, standing silently in the bitter cold, listless and on the verge of collapse.
Her aged face showed all the suffering and changes brought by this sudden illness. She had no strength, staring blankly at the white ceiling.
The fluorescent light was very bright, making her eyes sore and causing tears to flow uncontrollably. She reached out to wipe her tears. Huh? Why was the skin on her hands so dark and loose? Her hands looked like an old person's, covered in wrinkles overnight.
Why is this... Ni Haiyan looked at her hands and wanted to speak, but her throat felt like she had swallowed a steel needle; it hurt to swallow.
"Mom, you're awake."
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