I was diagnosed with a terminal illness in the fifth year of my crush on Jiangyu. The diary was filled with his name, but he ran away when he finally approached me.
Five years later, at the cocktail party again, he pressed me against the wall with red eyes: "Why did you push me away then?" I smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth: "I'm just tired of playing."
Until the day of the funeral, he opened my diary tremblingly——
The last page read: "I will have surgery tomorrow. I must be brave enough to tell Jiang Yu this time."
And in the early morning of that day, he missed my surgery signature because he saved a child who was jaywalking on the road.
