Guwan, who has been dating online for three months, is sitting in my living room today and calls my brother brother.
Lin Wan was wearing a nightdress, her hair was fried into chicken nests, and her face was covered with a green mask. She rushed out to get takeout and ran into his arms.
She looked up. He lowered his head.
The air was quiet for three seconds, and the corner of his mouth moved:
"Lin Wan?"
She died at the scene.
What's even more deadly is that at night she huddled in bed and sent him a message: "Are we still talking today?"
The other side responded instantly:
"Chat. Open the door."
Same roof, separated by a wall.
On the other end of the phone that vibrated was his lowered voice:
"Lin Wan, come out."
Concept: Love is knowing that your heart should not be moved, but still walking towards you.