The weather is fine, just like it was when you were here.
When you first left, every time Sheng'er woke up, she would look around the room with her dark eyes, pouting her lips and weeping. No matter how much I coaxed her, it didn't help.
I know he is thinking of you.
I know, I can't help you.
Six months have passed and Sheng'er can already speak.
Who would have thought that the first word a child speaks with his father all day long would be "mom".
Somehow, I burst into tears.
The people below report your whereabouts to me every day. You are still living a stable and comfortable life in the small clinic where we first met.
I can only hide in a remote corner and watch you greedily.
Come back, Yoona.
Please.
——Cheng Yu
Intention: Fly away from the prison called love
