My Dearest You

A sudden outbreak trapped me in Wuhan. After collapsing on the streets of Wuhan, Lin Xuemo vanished without a trace. Lying in my hospital bed, I was frantic with worry. As nightmare after nightmare began, I found myself reminiscing deeply about everything Lin Xuemo and I had shared. Looking back on the past we once had, I remembered the blood and tears, joys and hardships, reunions and farewells that life brought us. In the face of the real world, we had all struggled, loved, and hated. People of our generation dared to stand up to injustice, seeking fairness and pursuing justice. When the outbreak began, as I fought desperately to overcome the disease, I faced death and separation, and the agony of being worse than dead. On the brink of hell, I saw a world full of love, inhabited by a group of brave, wonderful Chinese people. When I faced hardship each day alongside the medical staff in the makeshift hospital, when I fought side by side with my fellow patients, and when I stood outside the intensive care ward praying for Lin Xuemo, everything that happened became a cherished memory deep in my heart. Time flies, and life is like a song. When Li Zongsheng's