The day I was preparing to sneak away, I saw him through the window. That was the first time I knew him.
"What's your name?"
"Shen Que."
I moved into the bed next to his, we hid snacks together, and we held hands late at night.
When he said don't be afraid, his voice was more effective than medicine.
I'm fine.
On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I went through all the medical records and lists.
Not true.
Never.
But his hands were obviously hot.
Then these three years... Who has been loving me?
Intention: When the whole world denies your love, you use memory and death to prove its existence.