Sister Ye Sheng, what is your wish?
The rosy clouds burned as the light advanced across the floor from the doorway, the halo shining beside the hospital bed as dazzling as fire.
Hearing the young man in front of her suddenly ask that question, Ye Sheng's dark eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
Only one person had ever asked her that question.
"Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
The wine-red tips of her hair deepened under the light. Ye Sheng was slightly stunned, and her voice instinctively softened.
"Ah."
Fang Ran also immediately realized how abrupt his question had been. He put away that quiet seriousness and returned to his usual timid self around Ye Sheng.
"I was just curious why you always work so desperately hard, Sister Ye Sheng. Whether it's for the Night Bureau or all sorts of other things, you always, um, give it everything you've got."
Fang Ran scratched his head awkwardly, looking as though he did not know how to describe it.
"Like what happened this time. After our Night Bureau rescued everyone, Sister Ye Sheng, you clearly didn't need to get involved any further."
Looking at the innocent young man before her, who was always too embarrassed to look at her much, his gaze drifting as he gestured and stumbled over his words, Ye Sheng did not pay attention to what he was saying.
She felt as though she had seen someone from her memories.
Seriously.
What am I even thinking about?
That question from Fang Ran had stirred up the brief daze she had felt when she first entered the hospital room. Ye Sheng secretly shook her head with a helpless smile, then murmured with a trace of sentiment.
"Why do I work so desperately hard...?"
"At first..."
She raised her eyes