Sweet pet abuse article! !
In the gray of the chemotherapy room, she met him - handing him a warm handkerchief, storing warm milk, and taking secret photos of the flower fields. She thought his gentleness was "repaying a favor", but it hid the secret that he had been attracted to him since the first meeting.
The disease moved, the rich family questioned, the old grudges surged, and the wind and snow came again and again, but he always held her hand: "Wanwan, I will accompany you for the promised cherry blossoms and ginkgo." There were also the support of best friends, the escort of doctors, and the change of mother-in-law from cold to warm, turning the biting pain into the sweetness of snow melting in the palm of her hand.
This is not a one-way redemption, it is two souls holding the light, turning the anxiety of "fear of not reaching the end" into the certainty of "you are the only one for the rest of my life."
