The night he received his medical report, Zhang Shaoling sat alone and smoked for a long time.
With smoke swirling around him, he made a bold, impulsive decision. He would get away, detach himself from work, meetings, and the trivialities of daily life, and travel, setting his soul free.
In a small city in the north, he met a girl in a little bar, her head bowed as she sang and played guitar.
He invited her to dinner.
With steam rising from the hotpot, Qi Yin smiled at him. "The spicier the hotpot gets, the more a man and woman fall in love."
They kept each other company along the way. Zhang Shaoling composed music, while Qi Yin sang and played, like a pair of immortals.
When they laid themselves bare to each other, he sometimes lost himself in the thought that loving someone could overcome every hardship in the world.
And yet, and yet.
It seemed he wouldn't have enough time to stay by her side until the end.
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He had loved her, with her ceaseless zest for life, so much.
Theme: Being someone's favorite.
Well written! Go and read a long novel!
I feel a little sorry for both of them╯╰