Shen Qingyu always remembered that sunny morning when she was sitting in the passenger seat with the hospital's disease diagnosis certificate in her bag. She closed her eyes tightly and forced back the tears in her eyes. There was only a vast expanse of white left in front of her, just like her expanse of future. She didn't know how far she could go in this white mist.
"Let's go, Qin Kai! I don't want to drag you down." She said. The voice trembled.
A hand fell on her lips and gently opened her biting lower lip. A low sigh sounded in her ears. The hand pressed against her cheek, his thumb caressing her face. She heard him ask in a low voice with his usual gentle voice, "Qingyu, how could I let go? How could I let go?"
At the moment when she thought she was being pushed ruthlessly into the abyss by fate, this man stood by her side and never left her, holding her hand tightly.
Their love is simple yet twists and turns. There are no landslides or earth-shattering, rivers running dry, only persistence and ordinary waiting on the road ahead. Two hearts meet, separate, reunite, and gradually get closer. Time flies by, personnel changes, twenty-seven years pass by, what kind of emotion can be polished? Can they push through the fog and go forward firmly holding hands?