At the beginning of every man, there will be a woman like a cherry blossom, floating in his life, destined to be decadent.
"Lin Zhehan, can you please stop smiling? Everyone knows that your smile is beautiful, but I feel sad when I see your smile. No matter you are happy or sad, as long as you smile, I really feel uncomfortable. That is a smile that does not belong to me. I beg you not to torture me anymore."
"An Yang, do you know that you happened to be there when the flowers were blooming, and you thought he came for you? It was just a coincidence of time and space."
"An Yang, you said my smile will make you feel distressed, then I will leave, along with the smile you remember. From now on, you only need to remember me like this."
"Lin Zhehan, how could you, how could you be willing to hurt An Yang? He is your favorite woman."
"She said that she didn't want to see my smile, and I couldn't leave her, so she was the only one like this. I felt at ease, she felt at ease, and neither of us would be sad."
Liang Yi looked at An Yang on the hospital bed, his eyes robbed of light by the dark night. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. The person on the bed just lay there and forgot to blink.
Liang Yi burst into tears and turned to leave.
The tears fell on An Yang's face. An Yang stretched out his hand to help his face, "Has anyone been here?"