Zhichu was born on November 8, 1999 and died on November 8, 2018.
She lived for nineteen years and loved Chen Sihe for four years.
Zhichu didn't tell anyone, and she even lied to herself for four years.
Even until the day I die, that sentence
"I like you"
Didn't say it out loud.
I just said something to Chen Sihe
"Wish you well."
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2018/11/8
00:00
There was a message on the mobile phone next to the hospital bed.
Chen Sihe:
Happy birthday, Xiaochu. Another thing is that I'm getting married next month. It's indeed my fault that I didn't tell you in advance. I'm sorry. I'll send you the address. Remember to bring your uncle and aunt.
Short stories /be/write as you like
The characters I write about are my medicine.
Intention: You are medicine, but you cannot cure my disease