“Mingning, it’s snowing. The early spring you love is coming!” His long, pale fingers touched her hand. It was icy cold, but he paid it no mind.
With a smile in his eyes, he carefully washed her face and wiped her hands with a towel. Shen Zhenmo sat beside the bed in his white lab coat, gently tucking the covers around the girl before running his hand over the familiar face etched in his memories.
In the spacious hospital room, the equipment keeping her vital signs going had long since been removed. He gazed at the room with cool, distant eyes. Everywhere he looked was white, and nothing but sorrow remained.
She lay peacefully on the bed, wearing the wedding dress he had bought for her. She looked beautiful. The last thing she had said to him was, “Shen Zhenmo, I’m going offline now. Goodbye! And remember to forget me.”
Tears trickled from the corners of his eyes. He rose and walked to the bedside. Outside, it was already deep winter. The world was utterly still, and every living thing had fallen silent.
“Lin Mingning, we’re about to see early spring. Marrying me was your dream. This heart will beat for you forever. How could I ever forget?”
He touched the red beans threaded onto the red string around his wrist. In his eyes was the relief of finally being set free.
