C125 Cheng Zixu Was Killed

In the cold and stiff clinic.

The porcelain doll-like youth was peacefully lying on the bed. The carved face seemed to be made by God. The faint sound of instruments and slow electrocardiography by the bed.

He did not move at all, as if he was a doll that had been sleeping for many years.

The tall man wore a blue and white striped hospital gown