Even autumn in Jiuzhou is sultry, and Qu Hanlu feels as if she is a little dead.
In the seventh year after separation from Yao Liqiu, Qu Hanlu became seriously ill.
His skin tastes like salt, his body temperature is always 37.5, And even a kiss is fatal.
Reunited with Yao Liqiu again, she accidentally discovered that the button on her sleeve had been hidden by Qu Hanlu as a bookmark for seven years.
"So, you also like me, right?"
In the sixth month of her illness, Qu Hanlu finally couldn't hold on any longer and was admitted to the hospital.
"You don't have money, but I do! I can borrow it, I can earn it, but why do you hide it from me?"
Coughing to the sound of a broken rib siren at 3am.
Smiling under the perpetually wet respirator mask.
The birthday cake had enzyme bottles as candles.
The sound of the ventilator is really unpleasant. Do you think I will be deaf in my next life? Xiaoqiu, why are you crying? At the end of your life, please kiss me again...
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