Soon, they reached the room where Leon's sister was lying.
It was a small room with nothing except a table, a bed, and two chairs.
The person on the bed was connected to a monitoring device.
"Your sister is pretty," Oliver said, looking at her.
Meanwhile, Leon looked at him weirdly.
"I mean. Looking at her current situation, you won't think she was injured." Oliver quickly corrected.
The person on the bed was wearing a white hospital gown and was sleeping peacefully. The gentle rays of the morning sun were shining through the window, lighting up her perfectly symmetrical face.
Among the people he had seen since regressing, Leon's sister was indeed the prettiest. If she wished, she could have become a celebrity with a face like that.
Oliver was momentarily surprised by her beauty. That was why he blurted out his honest thoughts.
"She was injured. Now, she is fine except that she can't wake up." Leon muttered and sat on a chair near his sister.
