The night is always mysterious, easily stirring one's curiosity.

The flame of the lamp wick flickered slightly, the light dimming and brightening intermittently.

After confirming the effect of the lamp wick, Qin Nuo got out of bed, tidied up a bit, and then pushed open the door to leave.

The corridor remained dark and cold, the hospital that was tidy during the day now appeared dilapidated and ruined, with countless burn marks spreading across the walls.