"Want to play? I'll play with you!"
It was a very calm voice, under the bright light, his distinct features looking at the old man lying on the bed. Every line was sharp, yet the imposing presence between his handsome brows made it impossible to look directly, but at the corner of his lips.
He was saying, want to play? I'll play with you!
The old man lying on the hospital bed, fiddling with a plush toy, finally froze his hand for a moment, and the mumbling from his mouth also stopped.
It was a deathly silence, as if the air had frozen. At this moment, in this room, no one made a sound.
Play?
Actually, no one really wanted to play because everyone knew this matter wasn't fun, but the beginning had already been made, so it couldn't be taken back. He had long said this man was far more terrifying and difficult to deal with than that old thing!
The old man lying on the bed finally put down the plush toy in his hand bit by bit, and the mumbling voice from his mouth also stopped.
