In the hospital, there was a man lying on a bed with a lady and two children by his side.
For the children... any time, any place was carefree, their worldviews were not yet formed, they lacked a sufficient understanding of emotions.
No place, no time could hinder their play, even now in this hospital room.
Their father lay on the bed in pain, yet the two children were laughing and talking at the foot of the bed.
Children at the age of seven or eight are at their most innocent and pure.
The woman by the bed wore a soft green dress with lotus collars, handing a peeled fruit to her husband, who bit into it sparingly.
The juice was sweet, but he was in pain.
The woman saw how difficult it was for her husband to even eat a fruit and her eyes started to warm up with tears.
From her and the children's attire, and the fruit basket under the bedside table, it was clear their family was quite affluent.