That day, Chi Yang and Ling He sat outside and looked at the moon. Perhaps because the atmosphere was just right, Chi Yang thought of Borges's poems.
"What can I do to keep you?
I give you the thin streets, the despairing sunset, and the moon in the wilderness.
…
I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith. "
Later, Chi Yang tightly held Ling He's cold, scarred hand, and his cries filled the small ward.
"Ah He, but I can't do anything to keep you... Why is it you..."
Motto: Life is hard, but we still have to go on