The lights of the city never go out, the crowds come and go, and the wind is always there. It was raining coldly, and Su Yinian felt a little chilly. When he walked through the hospital holding an umbrella, he stopped and stared at the white building in the night, pale and devoid of warmth.
Siyi seemed to be pulled back to the past. In an instant, all kinds of feelings exploded in his heart, and the throbbing images in his mind flashed past like running water.