“Yesterday, I dreamed of a figure that looked like you. I miss you so much, too. If time were an ocean, I’d be willing to carve a mark on a boat and search for a lost sword in its flowing river...” Song Xiexiao sat by Shen Yao’s hospital bed, looking at the watch he had given her. It was still ticking away. Tears would not stop welling in Song Xiexiao’s eyes. “If I had another chance, I would trade all those countless times I secretly watched you for one confession after another...”
