The rainstorm of fate suddenly fell. The disease inherited from Jiangyu's family dragged him into the abyss of pain. He hid the diagnosis and endured the severe pain to accompany her on shopping walks and rides on the merry-go-round. Even after losing her hair through chemotherapy, he still smiled and said, "He looks handsome even in a hat." In the last days of their lives, they sewed their promises into paper stars and hid their love in every hand-holding and hug.
In the heavy rain of the winter solstice, Jiang Yu always stopped at the age when he said, "I will protect her from the rain for the rest of my life." The rainwater flowed through Lin Wanxing's eyebrows, like his last silent comfort.
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