So she came.
It was just a fleeting moment, but even so, in this fleeting moment, he took it seriously,
The actors come and go with grace, yet he, the one in the audience, took it seriously.
"No one who comes to visit a sick person would wear a red coat like that. Song Manman should know this common sense, even if she's naive. She didn't come to see you on purpose."
He Ximeng returned to the hospital room that day, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even with company, he felt as lonely as a dying old man.
Helpless and adrift, as if grasping for duckweed atop the sea.
Jiang Muwan left the hospital building, the chilly breath of the winter night blowing over her, and she took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she felt winter wasn't so unbearable.
It's cold, but it clears the mind.
Want to be sober? It's incredibly simple.
This cold wind, more effective than fine wine and cigarettes.
