In the reception hall of Kangding Hospital, both visiting family members and staff couldn't help but turn their eyes toward the southeast corner of the hall, because there, a delicate-looking and slender young woman sat quietly.
In such a place, it was rare to see a girl of her description.
Yang Na was still wearing her pure white sweater inside her red down jacket, with a small cross-body bag on her back. She sat sideways on a bench, her hands clasped together tightly on her thighs, seemingly anxious and waiting for something.
Yang Na had obviously dressed up carefully that day, as if to cover the exhaustion on her face, she had even applied some light makeup.
In the hair that fell on her shoulder to the left, a fine and classical jade earring gently swayed as she looked around.
After checking the time on her plush-covered phone, Yang Na took out a light-colored lipstick and a mirror from her bag.
Having touched up her lipstick, she gently pressed her lips together.