Su Mian, what did you do? There was water on the stove and it was boiling. You screamed so loudly and you still fell asleep. . .
Su Mian, do you have any brains? Why did my computer get flooded again? . .
Mianmian, Miss Su, can you look both ways when crossing the road?
The person who called her name Mianmian looked defeated. Can you still live?
Cannot. Whenever Tang Yuhen asked this question helplessly, Su Mian would shamelessly hug his arm or neck, and reply confidently, because she loves him, and he loves her too. There is no promise of the future, only the true feelings of the present.
But now everything is passing by like the wind, even the last bit of breath he left is about to disappear.