This is the story of two people.
——A grand tragedy and comedy between Su Ziyan and Chu Ke, with this huge sunset as the starting point, the script begins to run.
——"Then when are you going to tell me about my illness?" "I'm sorry..."
——"The person I like has long black hair, is 169cm tall, and likes matcha, pudding and ice cream." "Her name is Su Ziyan."
——"Get well soon, Su Ziyan."
——In the face of a disease that is so powerful that I am almost unable to resist, I just want to survive.
——"Cry out, cry out, everything... Will be fine." "Chu Ke, I have already——"
"There are no tears left to shed."
——"——What are you looking at?" "... It's snowing."
I turned to look out the window. Early autumn had turned into cold winter.
——If every good thing you encounter and every wish that can be fulfilled should be an advance of a little good luck in life. So, how much good luck do I have left to accompany you?
I have withered like a tree withered leaves, but you are still healthy and young.
——I have to believe that I am losing her little by little. Probably the happiness given by God must be taken away in the end.
——"Chu Ke, I want to go home." "Okay, let's go home."
——"Chu Ke, I'm a little tired, let me rest for a while." She smiled, the corners of her mouth raised very lightly. "If I accidentally fall asleep, don't wake me up."
"... Okay."
——I kept looking forward to those eyes that shone like obsidian to open again, but they didn't, never again.
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