Legend has it that Dean Lin has a habit of going to the 4th floor for ward rounds every afternoon when the sun goes down.
Legend has it that there was a weirdo in Ward 412 who planted a room full of roses. After he left, the roses withered overnight.
"Dean Lin, why is it that there are people paying for Ward 412 but no one is staying in it?"
"That's where his rose lives."
"But there are no plants in Ward 412..."
On June 3rd, I lost her, my beloved Rose, at the age of 22. It's a pity that I'm not a little prince, and it's a pity that life is not a fairy tale.
Intention: I hope that my departure can take away all the ties and emotions. I hope that the person I love deeply can be happy for the rest of his life.