Rustle...
In a private ward that exuded a sense of calm and serenity, a woman sat propped up in bed, her light blonde hair cascading softly around her shoulders, providing a striking contrast to the pale blue hospital gown she wore.
The room was warmly decorated, with soft pastel colors that added a comforting touch, and a large window that allowed natural light to brighten the space.
Beside her, a small bouquet of fresh flowers and a few get-well cards adorned the bedside table.
Click!
"Huh?"
As the door clicked open, Anran turned towards the sound.
The light from the corridor spilled into the dimly lit room, outlining the figure of the person at the door.
"!"
Upon seeing who it was, her eyes opened wide briefly, before they softened, and a playful giggle escaped her lips.
Whoosh!
"Hehe... See this," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of mischief and pride.