"I spent my last moments lighting a rose that will never wither."
[If life is destined to be short, then I hope to be the most brilliant fireworks in your memory.
17-Year-old Lin Xiaoman's heart is like an expired candy that will melt in the palm of fate at any time. The doctor said she wouldn't live for more than a year, but she smiled and drew rainbows on her calendar - "I want to live every day with a strawberry flavor."
On the first day when she transferred to another school, she carried a fire extinguisher and blew out the embers from smoking on the rooftop.
——"Classmate, smoking will shorten your life span by three minutes."
——"Exactly, I think life is too long."
One is a world-weary young man who has burned out, and the other is a fiery soul that lives toward death.
She secretly helped him repair the torn competition registration form and inserted a small hand-drawn theater into the textbook. He beat up the gangster who harassed her, but found in the infirmary that the blood she spit out stained the strawberry candy wrapper red.
——"Chen Jin, you look so ugly when you cry."
——"Shut up, I'm not crying... It was fire extinguisher foam that got into my eyes."
When the red light in the operating room went out, Chen Jin received the cake card she ordered: "Congratulations on graduation! - Lin Xiaoman from 1987." And in the library's "The Little Prince", there was her last letter: "The rose has withered, but the fragrance will live in every breath you take.
The most painful thing is not death, but when I finally learned to love the world - you became the only regret the world left for me.
(Reader warning ✨: Prepare three packs of tissues, they are more powerful than the painkillers the heroine secretly took)
