I regarded the most inaccessible flower of the high mountain in Jiang University as the substitute of my dead Bai Yueguang, and I spied on him for half a year.
Everyone called me his craziest pester.
But he didn't know that every time I looked at his identical face, my heart felt like it was being shaken. "Classmate, your behavior is harassment." He coldly gave me an ultimatum. But I just said softly to the air after he turned around: "Brother Xiao An, look, he doesn't look like you anymore."
Until I fell into coma in a car accident and heard someone beside the hospital bed praying clumsily over and over again in the gentlest tone I have ever known and the gentlest tone in the world: "Baby Qiqi... Wake up soon, okay?" ... But Cheng An was already dead.
It was only seven steps from her seat to his side.
But from her heart to his world, there was an entire July 7th that would never be sunny again.
The two loneliest people have become each other's antidote.
