Shen Zhao trapped Cheng Yan between the piano and the floor-to-ceiling window, and ran his fingertips across the starry sky blue shell of his hearing aid: "Do you know why every song of mine is in the key of E flat major?" Fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window, and Cheng Yan's pupils instantly dilated due to the severe tinnitus.
In the operating room three hours ago, Cheng Yan clamped Shen Zhao's lyrics book with a hemostat. On the yellowed page, there are faded blood stains next to the clef of "Cochlea No. 8" - The exact shape of the glass shards embedded in his ear canal on the day of his car accident.
"You will never be him." Shen Zhao pulled the collar of Cheng Yan's white coat, and the medical alcohol bottle rolled to the ground. Cheng Yan suddenly laughed, took off his hearing aid and wrote on the monitor: [The chrysanthemums used for his funeral were the roses I secretly replaced]
The ECG monitor sounded a piercing alarm, and Cheng Yan pressed his right hand on Shen Zhao's carotid artery. The Morse codes he carved deep into his skin are flashing with his heartbeat: [You are my sea of silence]
Intention: You are my sea of silence
