C458 Conspiracy

The next morning, the sun slowly shone through the balcony on the wall of the ward. It was also bright. A person's eyes. . . The morning air was very fresh and the sun was warm.

Ma Yongchun slowly opened his astute and dark eyes and wanted to raise his left hand to rub those hazy eyes. But he felt that his left hand was a little numb, as if it had been suppressed by someone for a long time