He kept it for four years.
From the ICU to the rehabilitation department, from the collapse in the first year to the peace in the fourth year, one thousand four hundred and sixty days, without a single day off. He learned to care, learned to be silent, and learned to say "good night" to the person sleeping on the bed every late night. He took the ring out of his coat and put it in the drawer of the bedside table. He looked at it every day and then put it back.
He finally woke up.
But Lu Shihan looked at him as if he were a stranger. There is no warmth, no memories, no traces of those years spent together.
"Who are you?"
Shen Rang stood at the door of the ward, putting his hands in his pockets and digging his nails into his palms.
"A friend," he said.
Then turned around and walked into the elevator at the end of the corridor. The moment the door closed, he said in his heart what he should have said four years ago -
It doesn't matter. You forgot me, I'll let you know me again.
Intention: Love is not about being remembered, but choosing to move towards each other again even if it is forgotten.