Qiao Shiwen walked in front of the sofa and sat down next to Yuan Meili.
Perhaps because of the brightness from the crystal chandelier overhead, the strands of silver in her hair were clearly visible to him.
Usually, Yuan Meili looked younger than Qiao Shiwen because it was hard to notice her few strands of grey hair unless up close.
Thinking about how she had just reached what should be the prime of her life and had so many more years ahead of her, knowing she had a terrible disease, Qiao Shiwen's heart felt heavy, almost as if he was suffocating.
"Shiwen, do you remember when Xiao'an was little, how she was always clinging to me?"
"..."
"Until she was five, she was always glued to me, crying if she couldn't see her mom even for just a moment. Even her grandmother couldn't get her to let go."
"..."
"At night, she would always slip her little hand into my clothes and hold onto me, before falling asleep."
"..."
"How did Xiao'an become twenty-five years old just like that?"
