Imperial Hospital,
Even though Shu Wan had been delayed at home for quite some time, when she arrived at the hospital, Fu Yang was still asleep.
Fu Yang was a restless sleeper, and even though the hospital bed he was given was quite large, he still managed to hang half of his body off the bed as if he was about to fall.
He lay sprawled out at the edge of the bed, his silver-white hair exploding in the air like a burning white flame.
Shu Wan had always wanted a close look at Fu Yang's silver-white hair, and now that he was asleep, she walked over to the bed, bent down, and carefully examined his hair color.
Unlike the typical white hair of the elderly, Fu Yang's dyed color was quite sophisticated, flowing like starlight, not only did it not look old, but it also matched his bold and unrestrained personality.
Shu Wan glanced at her own black long hair, contemplating when she should try dyeing it another color as well.
