Anaya entered the ward and saw Joshua in full view.
His head was wrapped in gauze. His handsome face was pale, and his chest was wrapped in layers of gauze. His patient's gown was not buttoned to the top, revealing the gauze inside.
Anaya had known Joshua for ten years and had seen him in many ways.
However, she had never seen him in such a fragile state.
In the past, her eyes would probably turn red at the first sight of Joshua, and she would feel heartbroken.
Now, she was calm. She didn't pity him at all.
Joshua had been in a bad mood for the past few days.
The pain in his body was so bad that he couldn't sleep all night, and there was no one in the company to take charge of it, so he could only force himself to handle some urgent matters.
It had been a long time since he had endured such hardships, and the sense of fatigue and gloomy emotions bothered him every day.