In the mountainous area outside the Capital City, inside a quarantine zone transformed from a sanatorium.
Luo Jingwen looked through the glass window with a face full of melancholy, observing the clouds in the sky which took various shapes—some like rabbits, some like tigers, some like elephants, some like deer, some like... boredom.
The boredom here was utterly uninspiring.
"It's been a month of quarantine, sigh, when will it end?"
"Elder Luo, how was your day today?" At this moment, the psychologist Zhang Shuwen came over with a smile and a clipboard in her hand.
Luo Jingwen sighed, his expression as despondent as a widow losing her son: "What do you think? Why don't you try staying here?"
