Meng Xi'er stood at the door, looking up at him with a smile. "Qingchuan, the weather is nice today, would you like to take a walk with me?"
Lu Qingchuan sat there, looking at her for a moment. It seemed he had realized something, and a sorrowful look gradually filled his eyes.
"Alright."
He got up from the bed to stand beside her. Meng Xi'er looked up at him seriously, as if she wanted to imprint him forever in her heart.
Together, they headed down towards the hospital ward.
The hospital had designed a garden specifically for the patients to rest. At this moment it was quiet there, with only the chirping of several unknown birds piercing the tranquillity.
The autumn wind was bleak, leaves fell, Lu Qingchuan extended his hand to pick a dried leaf from Meng Xi'er's hair.
Both of them remained silent. It was time to part ways, and there were words that could no longer be spoken.
