[The terminally ill boy with a bad mouth VS the hot and warm girl + double redemption + the pinnacle of BE aesthetics! "Bai Xingpo, do you believe in miracles?" "I believe in you." In the past ten years, she searched the whole city for him to find life-saving medicine, and he stood as a beacon for her at the airport late at night. Until the cancer cells gnawed away the last bit of body heat, he huddled in the hospital bed and smiled tremblingly: "What if... I will be your bodyguard in the next life?" In the cold winter of 2020, when the pain-relieving needle was pushed into the vein, Yancheng shattered the last piece of snow. "Good night, my beautiful girl." The hot water bottle that I used when I was seventeen years old will never be warm again in the second decade. Those winters where we keep each other warm and depend on each other for survival. It's over, it's over. It's winter, it's winter.
