It was rare that there were no lights on in the ward, with only a few strands of light yellow light struggling to filter in from the window. Yun Tian couldn't see Yao An's face behind the shadows, and only a drop of a teardrop that had not yet dried was shining like a diamond. Her hand moved slightly, and the ring on her ring finger crossed his palm, with the unique coldness of metal, cold and a little itchy, as if she had whispered something in his ear again. Yuntian didn't dare to move easily for fear of waking Yaoan. He held Yaoan's loosened hand. Life is like two moving legs and a head that chooses the direction of travel. Everyone can choose whether their life should go or stop, stop and go or stop and go. This is the fairest and freest thing in the world. But he knew better: when Yaoan passed by his world, he had no direction he could choose. His steps were just repeating the path she had taken. From that moment on, he was no longer free to choose.