C1022 inconvenient intervention

I nodded with tears in my eyes.

So we stood like four statues, looking at the poor sick angel.

The cry in our hearts was the same. The room was filled with the smell of sanitary pads and medical instruments, which was very pungent. The orchids on the windowsill were no longer as exuberant as they had been the day before. A few leaves had withered, and a few leaves were struggling to survive