I have had a crush on Wen Ye for many years and have always followed him silently. He became a cardiac surgeon and had something in his heart. I turned into an anti-narcotics policeman and hid my love. We met many times because of our careers, but neither of us was willing to be honest. I had a heart attack and was treated by him personally, and my life slowly withered away. We survived the cold winter and the New Year, but after all we could not wait for the spring rain. When I passed away, the next day in the heavy spring rain, he went up the mountain alone and suddenly realized that losing me was a bone-gnawing pain.
