"Yes, we will all stay,"
...
Jian Xi, with tears in her eyes, flipped through photo after photo for Jian Wan, recounting the amusing stories behind each shot.
"Mom, this is the wisteria. The flowers almost hit me in the eye when they fell. Mom, I tripped here, and the photographer captured it right then..."
Two similar faces nestled close together, speaking softly of everyday amusing incidents, yet it made the hearts of those nearby ache.
Even the steely Nan Mufeng had reddened eyes.
Rui Kun, who had spent years in the hospital witnessing countless partings between life and death, had long been immune. But today, even he couldn't help but have moist eyes.
In their hearts, they all prayed: Time, oh time, please slow down. Give them some more time, just a little more...
No one knew how much time had passed when Jian Wan's hand fell limply, and her eyes closed in tandem. The machines started to make noise, signaling the end of Jian Wan's life.
