Wen Yi was unexpectedly calm when she received the news of Zhao Ran's death. For her, this was a death that she had planned since they knew each other.
She looked at the empty seat next to her. In the drawer were the paper stars they had folded together.
"Promise me that we will go home together when I stack up to five hundred and twenty stars." She remembered that Zhao Ran said to her with a smile, of course he would.
Wen Yi unfolded a star and said, "Zhao Ran was in a bad mood today and didn't eat, and I'm not happy either." "Zhao Ran didn't go to the hospital for a review today. I'm so angry."
Although she smiled, her tears flowed down and wetted the paper, blurring the signature handwriting. She suddenly remembered that Zhao Ran often said that this pen and ink was easy to blur on the hand, and it was as clear as if she had spoken it yesterday.
Everyone often says that you should not know him or get close to him. Blind kindness cannot save him. Only Wen Yi knows that it was Zhao Ran who saved him time and time again.
Even if I know that we will eventually part ways when we meet, I will still come to your side.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
