Old Sweater

Lin Zhixia guarded Chen Yan for seven years. From school uniform to white coat, she thought it would be a lifetime until he nodded. But the cuffs of his white coat always reserved the softest piece of fabric for Su Wan. When she handed over the sweater she had knitted for three months, he was lowering his head to peel oranges for Su Wan, without even raising his head: "Don't bother, I'm afraid of the cold at night, you are blocking the wind." It rained that day, and she stood in the wind of the hospital corridor holding the sweater that was mostly wet. She suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.