Gu Anran: When a person's heart is sick, every minute and second of life will be extended infinitely, and the pain felt will be infinitely magnified. It is so painful that you just want to hide in your own world and not go out. You just want to lie quietly on the bed alone, staring at the blank ceiling, listening to the wind blowing slowly by your ears, and imagining that you are slowly disappearing like a wisp of smoke...
Qin Xiaoyang: If I had never heard your voice, I might have missed you. But I heard your voice, An Ran, don't be afraid, I will hold on to you...