The seventh day

Eighth day

after one o'clock in the afternoon

The warm sunlight came in from the window, lazily sprinkled on the empty bed.

The woman who fell from the hospital bed opened her hands to the air in front of her, and said coquettishly, "Ya, I want to hug"

The author has something to say:

It's over, the eighth day, it's really too short. . .