Scarf and Bedside Table

He bought the same red scarf every winter, but she said it was too wasteful. In the seventh year, when she was seriously ill, he still folded the scarf and put it on the bedside. When she was dying, she suddenly opened her eyes: "That year in the snow, you also handed me the only hot tea, and you were shivering from the cold." He was stunned, and she smiled: "I remember your only one." Later, he knitted seven scarves into a blanket and covered him - like her body temperature that never left. It turns out that the only thing is to love the same moment repeatedly for a lifetime.