The invasion of DSTE virus has set off a war without smoke. The sky was full of wind and snow falling, and the world seemed as silent as a frozen glacier. But I was awakened by those calls. They were the calls of close relatives for family affection, the calls of doctors for life, and the calls of me to you.
"How long until I can see you?" Song Ci twirled the ring on his hand.
"There should be more..."
"But it's almost time. When spring comes, you'll be here. For sure." Song Ci rushed to say.
…
"Call me."
"Song Ci."
"Yeah. I'm here."
"I know."
Always known.
Concept: Some people have their bones carved into them