I Thought We Would Hold Hands

"Do you know why I don't look at you?"

"Because you're not in my eyes."

Jiang Yanyan sat by the bed, her gaze vacant and lifeless. "Xiao Chenchuan, I wish she were just my substitute, too."

I thought we were so happy. We'd curl up together in our little home. Maybe the sunset would be glowing outside, maybe the sky would be full of dark clouds, but we'd still have each other, eating the home-cooked food you made. I was truly so happy, but it was you who was happy...