>The day Fang Luoyu confessed, Gu Yan's fingertips brushed against her fangs: "Have you thought about it? The person I recognize can't run away."
>Four years later, he let go of her hand on a rainy night: "Fang Luoyu, we're done here."
>We met again in the emergency room six years later. His white shirt was stained with blood and he held the corner of her clothes: "Doctor, it hurts here." His fingertips were right at the heart.
>Later, she sorted out her old things and pulled out the unsent letter from him that year: "The success rate of the operation is 30%. If you can't come back, it's better to lie to you and hate me than to watch you cry."
>Gu Ning shook the rattle and asked, "Why does Dad always kiss Mom's mole?"
>Gu Yan played with his wife's stethoscope: "There's a star hidden here. If you don't watch it, you're afraid it will get lost."
