Ji Sang couldn't tear her eyes away, standing outside the fence, watching the entire process of a patient inside painting.
If she felt compelled to describe this scene with just one phrase, Ji Sang could only choose the most unadorned and simple one after rifling through her entire vocabulary.
Pleasing to the eyes.
It was during this process that Ji Sang understood a bit why she initially saw resilience in this patient.
Even though she was standing far away, unable to see clearly, she could still feel the strength with which this patient held the brush while painting.
Feverish.
This was the first time she felt a strong desire to get to know someone.
Ji Sang hurried to the front gate and called over a staff member.
Originally, she had intended to enter by expressing an interest in learning about the sanitarium, but communication revealed that new patients were accepted only through connections with the management.
Ji Sang pursed her lips and gave her name.
