The day the snow stopped, Ji Wang died.
I fell in love with him when I was sixteen, separated when I was eighteen, and fell in love again when I was twenty-six.
At the age of twenty-eight, he was lying on the hospital bed, breathing heavily. His thin body was like a dying tree. He said to me, "Nian Nian, I don't seem to like you that much."
The next day, he was lying in the wooden coffin, and I took one last look at him. He closed his eyes tightly at the age of twenty-eight, and I saw him again at the age of sixteen.
The sun was just right that day, and he sat next to me, kicking his feet on the bench. He smiled and said to me, "Li Nianhe, let's get into a university."
Purpose: live a good life