This is a man with a thin face, probably in his forties. From his neatly clipped nails and tidy appearance, even in the hospital, he received good care.
Now he has an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, his somewhat distracted eyes quietly watching the non-glare light on the ceiling.
The hospital room is very quiet, and no one else is here with him.
Gu Shengyin floated in—yes, from a human perspective, her feet didn't move, she glided forward like parallel sliding, and came straight to the man's front.
She lowered her gaze to look at the man in front of her, and the man obviously saw her too.
Gu Shengyin saw his terrified expression at once—any normal person would feel scared if they suddenly saw someone this strangely dressed appear at their bedside.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to guide you." Leng Bingbing's voice resounded in the man's mind.
"Who are you?" The man asked and then realized something strange.
