In the quiet ward, Lucas Kuang sat on the bed and looked out the window.
There is a big paulownia tree planted outside the window. As the temperature rises, green buds grow on the bare branches of the paulownia tree, making it look particularly vibrant.
But the ward was pitch black, forming a sharp contrast with the scene outside the window. On one side were the vibrant dead trees, while on the other side were the dead ashes and withered wood.
The cell phone rang, and his dull eyes came back to life. He picked up the phone and took a look.
"Your exhibition is very beautiful. I like it very much. Keep it up."
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