Everyone has a stubborn heart, and no one is willing to give up what they care about the most in their heart over trivial matters. But sometimes, simple things can turn oneself into a demon, and no one knows what kind of blow one has suffered back then to become so indomitable.
I remember the moment when I accompanied her, riding through the bustling streets; I was so happy. Perhaps it was truly the time when peach blossoms were falling all over Yangzhou in March, yet my expression inevitably became hazy. At the end, I didn't know if all that was left between us was loneliness, but maybe my thoughts and stubbornness were just too self-binding.
In an instant, a few days had passed, and Old Master Zhang's pathology report was about to come out. He waited with a sense of hope for a good result. Yet, she was so afraid that this result would cause him to collapse, but there was nothing he could do; many things had to be experienced personally.
