Brain tumor surgery is scheduled to begin at 9 a.m.
There were things he had kept bottled up for a long time, too afraid to say them in case they became a burden to someone else.
But if he never said them, he might never get another chance.
Jiang Qingyan lowered his eyes and sent what might be the last WeChat message of his life.
"A Qi, I like you."
Then he was wheeled into the operating room.
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Pei Qi picked up his phone after a meeting and was overjoyed to see the message.
He carefully picked out flowers and made all the preparations. At last, he saw the person he had longed for in a hospital room.
They had liked each other all along. Jiang Qingyan had only kept his distance because he was afraid of becoming a burden.
Now the surgery had succeeded, and everything was looking up.
Pei Qi's smile stretched from ear to ear. "A Yan, I like you too. I'll take good care of you from now on."
Jiang Qingyan looked at him, tilted his head, and asked, "Who are you?"
Pei Qi: !!!
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We returned to our youthful school days together, walked along Jiangyin Road in the gentle breeze, and shared a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles in a tucked-away little noodle shop.
It doesn't matter if you can't remember.
If you could fall for me once, you can fall for me again.
2022.3.3
Theme: Facing difficulties together
