Wen Yian spent five years making soup, writing songs, and waiting for Shen Linyuan. He hid the doctor's hospitalization notice in a drawer and replaced painkillers with vitamin tablets. He never complained, never asked, and moved out alone on Valentine's Day, leaving behind a "thank you." Shen Linyuan thought the days ahead were long, until he held those cold hands in the morgue, opened the medical record, and heard the six-second voice message - only then did he realize that he had burned away the only light in the world with his own hands. The rest of my life is ashes, and I regret it too much.
