The door to room 4-1 stood open.
Soft light shone on the mirror, reflecting the corridor.
When that light enveloped Wen Xishu, he first looked at the mirror.
Only then did he look at the person crying. The girl was very young, only twenty-five, but she looked about the same age as Wen Xishu.
There were many scratches on her arms and scars on her face. Her wrists bore marks from being shackled for a long time.
Today, however, the girl did not look at Wen Xishu. She stood at an angle to him, and he noticed that she faced the same direction as the mirror.
"Airplane? You... why are you out of bed?" The girl who had been wailing was startled to see the man from next door up and about, and stopped crying for the moment.
Wen Xishu said:
"I'm better."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked.
"I no longer imagine I'm an airplane, and I know there was something wrong with that. I've forgotten a lot, but I remember why I came here. Now... I'm better," Wen Xishu said.
The girl shook her head.
"You've had lucid moments before, but before long, you would... no, that's not what matters most. Airplane, hurry and tell everyone-"
Before she could finish, Wen Xishu heard a radio nearby.
[Mo Yuan was very upset. The appointed time had passed, but Ding Dong had not returned to the Hospital. And the floor had been completely sealed off.]
As the radio fell silent, an elderly woman's voice came from room 4-8:
"Don't panic, don't panic. Don't be scared, Little Mo. Ding Dong will come back. He'll definitely come back!"
An elderly woman in a somewhat loose hospital gown emerged, leaning on a cane and wearing a kindly smile.
"It's all right, it's