She leaned over and looked at him. She had never seen him from such an angle, looking drunk and happy in his sleep.
Caressing her forehead, the stiff hair passed through her hand, the warmth from her forehead spread along her fingertips, and her breathing became messy.
At this moment, she couldn't help but lower her head and press their lips together tightly, trying to engrave him deeply in her heart.
She silently thought to herself, come with me, Brother Cheng.
I give you my hands, my arms, my bus ticket, my trek, my waiting, my keys, my home.
A lonely bravery and the remaining sixty years of my life are all for you.