From a distance, I saw him wearing a light blue shirt standing in the middle of the mountain gate, with the sun dappled on his body. I thought of a scene in Liang Zhuli, and how Zhu Yingtai felt when she climbed up the steps with a smile on her face.
The two of them just stood cuddling together quietly, Zhenzhen rested her head gently on his shoulder, and said silently in her heart, "Buddha, I like him so much in my heart and pity him. I only hope that you can bless our fate to last forever, from beginning to end."
Zhenzhen was just afraid. He couldn't help but inhale, and his nails dug into his arms. Gao Xin said nothing, staring at his feet. Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and walked in. The door of the operating room slammed shut. Blood oozed from the corners of Gao Xin's mouth, and his eyes were blood red.
It seemed as if it had come from a far, far away place, as if it had fallen from a very high place, and there was only nothingness in my heart.