Ming Mei's smile deepened: "I guess, only you would think he's a good person... No, actually, in my heart, he's always been a good person..."
Only she could hear the last half of her sentence as her voice faded to a whisper.
No matter how cruel Shen Nie was to others, to her, he was always warm and wonderful.
Outside, the moon hung in the sky, casting a cool glow on the ground, like a layer of white frost.
Ming Mei said with a smile: "The moon is pretty tonight."
Zhao replied, "Yes, tomorrow will be sunny, and after tomorrow, a cold snap will arrive ..."
Ming Mei stood by the window, looking at the moon for a while, then said: "Let's go back. I don't feel as bloated anymore."
Zhao said to Ming Mei, "Let me tell you a joke."
Ming Mei was surprised, "Oh, you can tell jokes? Well, let's hear it."
Zhao slowly began: "Well, not long after we left Beitang Chuxin's hospital room, the doctor went in and it turns out... she suffered a stroke..."
