Thirty-Seven Degrees Two

The night Chen Nian picked up Shen Wei, the rain was so heavy that it felt like a hole in the sky. She shivered under his porch, her hair sticking to her pale face, like an abandoned cat. "How long will you stay?" He asked. "One month." She answered quickly. When he handed over the towel, he caught a glimpse of the corner of the medical certificate hidden in her sleeve - ALS, with an average survival period of 3-5 years. There are only three terms in the cohabitation agreement: not to ask about the past, not to touch the kitchen, and not to live in the same room. But when her trembling hands knocked over the pill box and the white pills rolled to his feet, Chen Nian suddenly knelt down on one knee and picked them up one by one: "The third article, invalidate it." Later, when she couldn't hold the brush, he squeezed the paint into his palm: "Paint me, and I will be your palette." Later, her ventilator mask fogged up, and he wiped it over and over again with his fingertips. I heard her say vaguely: "Chen Nian... The agreement... Has expired..." He kissed her cold ring finger: "Renew the contract, this time it's permanent."