When winter arrives in London, the encounter becomes more like a ghost.
The hospital is filled with the smell of disinfectant, he is simply dressed but has an extraordinary temperament, and the eyes that briefly met and then moved away in tacit understanding...
Her affection for him was a girl's longing, the only sea of flowers blooming in the desolation.
And his fascination with her is more of a wish and support, hoping that she will be strong and charming, like a white camellia that refuses to wither...
However, for her, once she is immersed in happiness, the pain will become tighter and tighter like a vine.
The story will eventually come to an end, and their ending will finally end in that wet winter...
"We spent a year falling in love, and finally spent a lifetime learning to be silent in front of the tombstone."
