Next to the upright saline drip stand, Su Ziceng sat by the sickbed, taking a warm towel to wipe Su Qingzhang's face.
Su Qingzhang had been in a coma for nearly a month now, his body sustained by nutrition fluids and had lost a lot of weight. His beard had grown out, making him resemble a large, hollow, and tattered doll.
The warmth of the towel added a touch of liveliness to Su Qingzhang's bloodless face as Su Ziceng gently moved the razor across his chin.
The creamy foam arose at the tips of her fingers, leaving behind pale stubble of beard as the razor scraped over.
After shaving, Su Qingzhang's face regained some of its former dignity, but the face of Su Ziceng, who was scrutinizing him nearby, showed no sign of life.
