Qin Zhaoyang responded softly with a yes, and she began to speak softly, recounting amusing anecdotes from her childhood, talking about how she was made to cry by classmates when she was the class monitor in junior high school...
She spoke about whatever came to her mind, detail by detail, and he listened intently, his gaze fixed on her face, as if he could see a delicate little girl with a ponytail, swinging her schoolbag as she walked by...
That day, Chu Xinning sat by his bedside, talking from morning till afternoon, and then from afternoon till dusk...
Until Qin Zhaoyang finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep, yet she didn't stop, continuing to narrate those past events in a low voice, as if she couldn't help but want to tell him everything about her life...
Until she too could no longer hold on, and fell asleep beside his pillow.
