Chen Mengyang loved someone when he was young.
His hands clumsily learned to cook for her, and he patiently taught her how to solve problems under the lamp. He once led her running through alleys late at night, and he also smashed her biological father's head at all costs.
When he was fifteen years old, he was about to go on a long trip, and Chen Mengyang reluctantly held his sleeve. The young man gave a short laugh and reached out to pluck a fallen leaf from her head.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
He paused and then said: "When I come back this time, I want to tell you something very important."
Then he left and never came back.
She never thought they would see each other again.
The reunion was twelve years later. The nurse pushed the hospital bed and hurriedly passed between the two of them. The bloody roller made a scratchy sound on the tiles. The half-open glass door reflected the overlapping figures of the two.
The man in a white coat extended his hand to her with a gentle and polite smile.
"Miss Chen?"
He said his surname was Wen and that he was her husband's doctor.
Determination: If you are destined, I will come and meet you.
