The Five Years We Passed By

I went to the hospital to pick up my boyfriend from get off work, but I saw my fiancé in the ward who had been declared dead five years ago. His hands and feet were tied to the hospital bed, and his body was covered with self-inflicted wounds. When he saw me, he immediately turned his face away, buried his head on the pillow, and cried for me to get out. He said, "Lin Ting, please, let me go." He said that I was not worthy of him, and that since I was about to marry someone else, why did I have to appear in front of him again and again to irritate him. But in the deserted ward, with tears in his eyes, he secretly kissed me again and again.