Xia Jin never would have imagined that there could be a boy so pure he seemed like a gentle breeze. He could paint the most beautiful landscapes, and wield a scalpel to snatch people from the hands of Death.
Even less did she expect cancer to nearly destroy all her hope. She drifted through each day in a daze, until the boy in the white shirt stood before her.
That boy had once been the one she dreamed of day and night. Now he held her hand and told her not to be afraid. From then on, he alone opened up a whole new world to her and gave her all the courage she needed to keep living.
