Ou Ming was seated in front of a table. On his back was a thin quilted jacket. Underneath the jacket were thin silk pajamas. His hand was inside the cast hanging from his neck.
His bottoms were also a thin pair of silk pajama pants. They were deep purple. Under the fluorescent bulb, the material reflected the lighting and looked luxurious. One look and anyone could tell that the pajamas weren't cheap.
On his feet were a pair of cheap cotton shoes. It made him look dejected and fallen indeed.
What was even more heartbreaking were his eyes. What were originally bright and twinkling were now lifeless and without focus. He looked just like a cloth doll without any soul and surrounded in darkness.
Instinctively, Yu Lili slowed her steps down and walked in. Seeing Ou Ming in this state made her heart ache. She was clearly in front of him, yet he couldn't see her.
