C170 He Couldn't Take the Blame(1)

White walls, white ceiling, white curtains.

The smell of disinfectant, which made one feel inexplicably at ease, was blown away by the wind outside the window. The rich fragrance of flowers took advantage of the situation and Jiaang Xin took a deep breath. She choked and coughed.

Her gaze once again fell on the book in her hand