Lin Xiao accidentally saw a small horizontal line in Shen Ci's diary.
Shen Ci, June 15, 2026, 23:47, myocardial infarction.
He held on to the secret that was doomed to break up and desperately held on to the people around him, but he didn't see through it - Shen Ci knew the outcome earlier than he did.
Shen Ci came back with all the heartbreak in his previous life.
He clearly remembered the moment of his death and the emptiness and depression that Lin Xiao felt day after day in the long years that followed. Seeking medical treatment, avoiding, and struggling, all attempts failed. Fate tightly locked the end point, and he could not escape this death after all.
Since you can't save your life, save all your tenderness.
He pulled Lin Xiao to chase cherry blossoms, watch the sea, fulfill every casual wish, and promised with a smile that they would be together every year. There was a surge of sadness in his eyes. Only he knew that he was not qualified to attend the appointment.
Funny and sad, two people guarding the same despair.
Lin Xiao foresaw his death date and cherished the day and night patiently; Shen Ci knew the end point and pretended to be carefree. When they hugged each other, the two of them were silently counting down the remaining days, and no one wanted to break the thin layer of warmth.
Shen Ci was still editing the confession circle of friends for the next day, when severe pain suddenly hit her.
Falling into Lin Xiao's arms, his last wish was just the unsent confession.
That circle of friends was finally sent successfully.
It's just that those who promise the rest of their lives will never see the sunrise the next day again.
From then on, cherry blossoms filled the city every year, but Lin Xiao never saw them again.
Until one day, he looked down and saw a light mole growing on his wrist. The location and size were exactly the same as the one on Shen Ci's previous wrist.
Over again, Shen Ci failed to defeat the God of Death.
But he turned his short life into a warm sun and left Lin Xiao with a whole warm spring.
Could the small mark on their wrist be their promise to meet again next time?
The author's writing style is not very good, please give me some feedback.
I am usually very busy, so there may be some chapters with few words or poor quality, or they may not be updated on time. Please bear with me. (Bow)
Do not bring the plot in the article into reality, and do not imitate the protagonist's dangerous behavior.
Love yourself, love life, love the world. You only have one life and cannot repeat it.
Intent: Empathy and sacrifice under two-way concealment: Two people hold the same cruel truth, each holding back and carefully cherishing each other. This unobtrusive understanding is a deeper love.
