Pseudo-orthopedics
Snow suddenly started to fall in the sky. In the span of a cigarette, Lin Xu stomped out the cigarette butt, looked at the snow in the sky, and patted Lin Yang twice, who had his head lowered: "Look, it's snowing."
Lin Yang turned his head to look at Lin Xu. She raised her head slightly, and her facial features looked rare and gentle in the dim light.
Seeing that Lin Yang's mood had calmed down, Lin Xu said, "Everything will pass. Are you going back?"
Lin Yang spoke with a nasal tone: "Sister, you better stop smoking in the future."
Lin Xu looked around at Lin Yang, thinking about what he meant when he suddenly said this.
Lin Yang met her gaze, his voice affectionate and calm: "I'm afraid you will die earlier than me."