"Nonsense, it's not like you're someone without a higher education. How can you believe in those ghostly tales? People only live once. Dead is dead, there's no coming back."
"Hehe..."
He reprimanded her softly, and upon hearing this, she merely chuckled foolishly.
Of course, she understands the logic he speaks of, but when you're in a moment of despair, all that rationality, education, and nobility become crap.
The hospital room was filled with the sweet aroma of brown sugar water.
"Brother Siyuan, when I was unconscious, I seemed to have felt a strange scene..."
"What strange scene?"
"I felt like He Yingdong was lying next to me, he was giving me a blood transfusion, and we were both lying flat in the operating room, gazing at each other... The scene was so warm."
Her gaze looked out the window, and she murmured softly.
He stood in front of her with the brown sugar water, his fingers slightly trembling, causing the sugar water to ripple gently on the surface of the cup.
