That winter, Jiang Lingyu, who was only ten years old, suffered from terminal heart disease. At Mount Sinai Hospital in the United States, he met Ji Shuyi, who also suffered from congenital heart disease.
"I like you Ji Shuyi. I have liked you for a long time. I have liked you since the first time I saw you in the hospital." The note left by Jiang Lingyu after his death read this. Ji Shuyi choked and muttered to himself, "Idiot, this is not a confession. You are gone. What's the use of knowing that you are gone." Ji Shuyi burst into tears. However, it was only after Jiang Lingyu died that Ji Shuyi realized how much Jiang Lingyu liked her.
"You lied to me. Your illness has never been cured." Ji Shuyi burst into tears and collapsed on the edge of the bed. Jiang Lingyu raised his thin hands to wipe away her tears, but he couldn't wipe them away, and the big tears kept flowing. His eyes were shining with tears, but he still squeezed out a smile and touched her face and said to her, "Shuyi, the happiest thing in my life is meeting you."
He left her few relics, and she was the most precious one.
