白,你醒了吗?伤口是不是很痛?迷迷糊糊间,腹部火辣辣的疼痛刺激着我全部的神经,被抽离的意识迅速地清醒。我艰难地睁开眼,白色的墙,白色的床,没有灯光,室内却染上了一层柔和艳丽的红。我大吃一惊地起身,过分虚弱的身体却令我在剧痛中再次倒向床头,一只羸弱细瘦的胳膊适时托住我的背,我不耐烦地拂开她的手,却恰好靠在她扶起的枕头上。 White, did you wake up? Is the wound painful? Confusedly, the painful burning of the abdomen stimulated all my nerves, and the awareness of being withdrawn quickly became clear. I opened my eyes as hard as I could, white walls, white beds, no light, but the interior was covered with a soft, gorgeous red. I got up in astonishment and the overly weak body made me turn to the bed again in a sharp pain. A thin, slender arm held my back in time and I impatiently whisk her hand, She raised the pillow.