The early morning sun shone on Wen Jun's bloodless face. Wen Jun's mobile phone was placed beside the pillow. The blessings for Fu Boyan's wedding came from the mobile phone. Wen Jun's heart ached so much, and blood spat out from her mouth. But Wen Jun still sent blessings to Fu Boyan: Ayan, I wish you happiness...
Intention: Life is in winter