Song Qingchun stood by the roadside until a taxi stopped. She got into the car and told the driver to take her to the hospital. The taxi soon entered the car stream.
Song Qingchun sat in the backseat, watching the billboards that whipped past the car window, and her eyes started to tear up. She could feel her heart falling into the darkened abyss, never to see the light again.
A love that she realized all too late had dragged on for a great half of a year before dying in the middle of autumn.
Someone once said, 'If you're in love and realize you're falling for another person, that second person will mostly likely be your real love because if you truly loved the first one, you would not have fallen in love with the second one.'
