There were only two people left in the silent ward.
"This is the thousandth letter I have written to you, lovely Cen Xing..." Gu Xiao brushed away the broken hair from the corners of Cen Xing's eyes and read the letter while smiling...
"Stars like these are not last night, for whom did the wind and dew stand at midnight?" Gu Xiao stared at Cen Xing's peaceful sleeping face, tears had already filled his eyes. At that moment, he thought of many things about them.
Concept: Love is often not vigorous and vigorous