"I'm ready to forget you"
"Please start, I'm ready."
Tears fell from the corners of Meng Xianghe's eyes, rolled down her bloodless face, caressed every inch of skin on her face, and finally hit the clean white pillow, leaving a clear water mark.
Anesthetic drugs flowed through the veins throughout her body, and the machine beside her kept beeping. She closed her eyes, as if she had returned to the first days.
"Xiangxiang, I'm starving to death. What are we going to eat after class?" Liang Shu turned the pen in his hand, which had faded after three or four years of use, in boredom.
"Think about it now, or run right after class. Run faster."
"Then you hold me, we have to be together."
"Good"
It seemed that only two running white lights and shadows could be seen on the empty stairs. That was when they were most carefree.
The wind on the 27th floor is always so biting
The corners of Meng Xianghe's mouth raised slightly, and then he fell into a deep sleep.
She wants to keep going with her soul.
Concept: They never said they loved each other, but they loved each other deeply