Died of Illness,

Xie Yiyu's life was a death from a chronic illness - at the age of seventeen, she was wrapped in the sunshine and smiled like a soft cat, but her emotions were like rusty lesions, quietly festering in her bones and blood. Lin Yanian was the wind who walked into the ward. Her black hair was nailed with silver ornaments, and her eyes were far away. She squatted on the edge of her bed and said, "I'll give you medicine." But fate insisted on taking away this painkiller: her parents became a cold monument, her grandmother was as old as a lamp, and when she fell into the quagmire of the club for money, Lin Yanian had already become an old scar that she dared not touch. Later, Shen Lingke came over her like warm water, as gentle as a broken piece that could wrap around her, a thread that tied the disease tighter. Shen Lingke, her death is not the end, but the starting point of the conspiracy... When her grandmother's breathing was as light as mist, Xie Yiyu squatted by the river and counted her "sickness": Those who had not healed her emotions and left behind eventually sank into the water with her, becoming the last sigh of this "death of illness".