His mother's hospital bed was the only reason why Su Mumu got close to Shen Zhixing.
He was the only light she had in the white ward, and he was also the taboo she could never touch. She wrote his name on the back of the medical record, recorded his voice in a late-night memo, and regarded every passing moment as a small joy given by fate.
But Shen Zhixing was always so restrained, wrapping himself in a white coat so airtight that he was so indifferent that he couldn't even see the slightest hint of temptation.
Su Mumu was like a reckless intruder who bumped into his moral bottom line. Even though his head was broken and bleeding, he still refused to look back. Until that day, when she asked him with red eyes if he had ever been moved by her for a second, he just looked away in silence.
She finally understood that some of her heartbeats were just her transgressions from the beginning.
