The next day, sunlight spilled onto the windowsill, adding a touch of warmth to the desolate hospital room.
"Zi Ruoxi, what are you doing!" Qiao Muyun's gentle voice echoed from behind.
"Brother Qiao Muyun! You're here!" Zi Ruoxi replied cheerfully, turning her head. Her masked face appeared slightly unnatural. However, it didn't affect her good mood as she picked up the small, colorful things she made, held them in her palms, and slowly said, "Look, I made these. How are they, not bad right?"
"Stars?" Qiao Muyun said with some excitement, realizing he had no idea she could make such things.
"Yes. Are they pretty?" Zi Ruoxi inquired.
"Beautiful. My Zi Ruoxi is really skillful, a true designer with hands that can draw and fold, haha, when will you teach me!" Qiao Muyun praised.
