He gave me the entire starry sky, but he himself sank into the eternal night.
On the day he was diagnosed with brain cancer, Shen Xinghe did something - he held my best friend's hand in front of me. He said: "Seeing a deer in the forest, it's just love talk, do you still take it seriously?"
I left for Paris with a broken heart and an unborn child. Washing dishes, morning sickness, being too poor to eat, I have endured it all. But I can't bear the ginger tea, French books, and gallery contracts sent anonymously—everything has his handwriting on it.
It turned out that he sent me across the sea, but he drowned in the wind and waves when he came. It turned out that betrayal was the last road he paved for me.
