"Dust."
I tried my best to call his name, but I couldn't make a sound.
My fingers were tightly clasping the sheets underneath me, my mouth was open and I was trying to breathe, but I was getting increasingly out of breath.
"Ahem."
On the hospital bed, I struggled to open my eyes. Because of the passage of time, my gradually deteriorating eyesight could only allow me to capture the general outline of the person in front of me.
The man named Chen stretched out his hand and covered my hand.
His fair skin made the veins on my hands become more and more obvious.
"It would be great if I could be like you."
Chen looked at my gradually dilated pupils but still tried hard to look at himself. Tears slipped out of his eyes silently with his widened eyes, and he raised his hand to brush them away for me.
Chen Chen's clear eyes stared at everything that was happening in front of him, and a faint fluctuation flashed through the depths of his eyes.
Various yellow talismans were posted on the wall beside him, shining with a dark golden light. It had reached its limit and could not be stopped.
Looking at the woman in front of me, thinking about these hundred years.
"I'll come find you."
(Actually, it has little to do with the text)
Intention: To live towards death