We Had Known Each Other for Seven Days, but I Accompanied Her to the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department.

On Christmas Eve, I sent a drunk girl home. A few days later, I stood with her at the door of the obstetrics and gynecology department. The nurse asked me: "Who are you?" I looked at her pale face and was speechless. If I knew what would happen that Christmas Eve, Will I still open her door? Later I realized that some encounters had their endings written from the beginning. But the ending was not written by fate—— It was rewritten by our own hands, stroke by stroke.