"Ming Ning, it's snowing, and the early spring you like is coming!" His long white fingers touched her hand, it was cold, but he didn't care.
With a smile on his face, he carefully used a towel to wash her face and wipe her hands. Shen Zhenmo sat beside the bed, wearing a white lab coat, and gently helped the girl press the corners of the quilt, carefully touching the familiar face in his memory with his hands.
In the large ward, the things that supported the girl's vital signs had long been removed. He looked at the ward with cold eyebrows, and all he could see was white and sad.
She was lying on the bed calmly, wearing the wedding dress he bought for her. She was very beautiful. She left him the last words, "Shen Zhenmo, I'm going to turn off the phone. Goodbye! Remember to forget."
With tears left in the corners of his eyes, he stood up and walked to the bedside. It was already late winter outside the window. There was silence between heaven and earth, and all life was silent!
"Lin Mingning, we are about to see the beginning of spring. Marrying me is your dream. This heart will always beat for you, how can you forget it!"
He touched the red beans strung with red thread on his wrist, and there was relief in his eyes.
