"If I hadn't met you under that tree that day, wouldn't all this have happened, wouldn't there have been any contact between us, and you wouldn't have been like this..." Yu Sheng choked with sobs. Yu Sheng looked at me on the hospital bed. Her hands held mine tightly, and the warmth brought by her palms made my blurry consciousness slightly clearer. But at this time, I couldn't see her face, and my eyes seemed to be blurred and couldn't open. I could only hear a voice calling my name in my ears: It's Yu Sheng, my favorite Yu Sheng.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
