Fu Han felt a warmth in her heart and replied, "You too."
As she lay in bed looking up, her room was filled with countless balloons, all floating beneath the ceiling. There were balloons with various animal patterns, brightly colored and somewhat tacky when mixed together.
These were the balloons He Xing had bought for her from a park they passed by on the day she was discharged from the hospital. He escorted the trove of balloons all the way home and it was also he who placed them in Fu Han's room.
A smile crept onto Fu Han's lips unbidden. Who said these balloons were tacky? They were so warm, just like the feeling he gave her, like the gentle sun on a winter afternoon, the most comforting presence.
Unfortunately, after a couple of days, some balloons had deflated. Perhaps in a few more days, they wouldn't be able to fly into the sky anymore, and they would be discarded as trash.
