A ray of early morning sunshine sprinkled on Connor Wen's face, making his cheeks warm. He covered his face with his hands in a half-asleep state, but accidentally touched his nose. He screamed in pain and suddenly widened his eyes.
The room he saw was so familiar that he had a clear idea of the position of every decoration and the pattern of the curtains in his mind, because he had slept here for three years.
This is Ethan Luo's room.
Connor Wen sat up, staring blankly at the beam of light leaking in through the gap in the curtains, having the illusion that he was in a cloud and fog.
He shook his head, got out of bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face quietly, and faced the mirror. He looked at the large piece of gauze on his face, imagining what kind of nose was covered behind the gauze, and his mood became heavy to the bottom.
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