"The back figure I dreamed about yesterday seems like you, and I miss you so much. If time is the ocean, I am willing to carve a boat and seek a sword in the long river of time..." Song Xiexiao sat in front of Shen Yao's hospital bed, looking at the watch he gave her in her hand, which was still ticking. Song Xiexiao couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, "If there is still a chance, I will definitely exchange the countless peeks into confessions again and again -"...
