Lying on the cold hospital bed, he held my hand tightly and stared at me intently, as if I was like a butterfly about to fly away, afraid that I would slip away from his cold palm if I wasn't careful.
"Long Shaoyi, do you think I will die?"
"Fool, of course not." His fingertips lightly touched the tip of my nose.
"Then... If one day I disappear, disappear forever, what will you do?"
"I will live well and live with memories. At sunrise, I will take your photo to see the beautiful sun. At sunset, I will fall asleep holding your lost tenderness."
"If I'm not here tomorrow, I will watch you silently in the sky. What I, Jiang Xiaohan, like the most is watching you smile at me."
In dreams, we turn into butterflies and dance...