Finally, it was the birthday of Lu Qiang and Lu Lijun.
When the clock struck twelve at midnight, Jiang Yuyan stood in the gallery of her room and remembered the moment when Lu Qiang hugged her for the last time standing at the same place in the gallery.
Closing her eyes, she felt that last hug from Lu Qiang as if he was there with her. It must be an illusion, but she could feel his scent in the passing breeze and feel his warmth as she wrapped her hands around to hug herself.
"Happy birthday, Lu Qiang."
Tears rolled down her eyes as she looked at the starry sky. That dark starry sky was the only way she could communicate with Lu Qiang and tell him that she missed him. She missed him like crazy with every passing moment, and that pain was unbearable as there was no medicine for it other than him.
