Ando's unspoken hospital bedside was surrounded by friends who came to visit. The silver hair in the house is like piles of snow.
"Weiyan, do you regret it?" The equally old person is Aoko. Three years ago, 76-year-old Kuroba Aoko lost her lifelong lover. Now such a gray-haired old man is sitting quietly in front of the hospital bed, his eyes still looking at the vicissitudes of Ando Weiyan as clearly as when he was a boy.
"No, Qingzi, you know that what I lost never belonged to me. I will not regret or feel sorry. What's more, he gave me the best time of his life, what else do I have to regret? Yes, I have nothing to regret."
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