On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I held Ran Shuyao in my arms and smelled the fragrance of gardenia in her hair. I only dared to say, "Sister, be good, let me blow out the candles for you."
I have congenital heart disease, and the doctor said I wouldn't live to be twenty-five.
So I can only be her brother and her lifelong background.
The day she confessed, I could only push her away and said, "I only treat you as my sister."
Gu Beichen said: [Qiu Xiaofan, I want the people you dare not want.
She cried and knelt down to beg me, saying, "I don't want a future, I just want you."
But I can't give it.
When she was dying, I touched her face and said, "Don't be sad, it's worth it for me to protect you in this life."
The green gardenias are all gone, and summer is dead.
My girl, live well
