The oil lamp next to the window sill flickered on and off, and suddenly I heard the sound of someone coughing, feeling weak. Looking from a distance, I could vaguely see a woman lying on the bed. There were no extra decorations in the room, and it was not shabby at all. The woman on the bed got up and walked to the table. Her steps were not unsteady, and she was shadowy. She picked up the water glass in her right hand and sighed before drinking. She just heard herself talking to herself: " I deserve to be looked at as a joke." He turned around and walked towards the bed, but unexpectedly fell down unsteadily and heavily on the bedside. The woman laughed and said, "This body is just making fun of me, that's all." She slowly moved to the bed, and the past scenes came to mind. It had been so long since we knew it was over, but she still couldn't let go. After all, it was the person who couldn't let go, or the unwillingness to get what she wanted. Suddenly he smiled and then coughed rapidly. The illness was solved for him. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly woke up unusually at this time. It must have been that the light was shining back on him. Looking at the surroundings, he actually felt a trace of nostalgia.