The coin carried a trace of warmth. Held in the hand, it felt light, yet so heavy.
"Doctor Keke." Yu Yisen straightened up, his expression solemn.
"I don't want to drag you into this. You still have time to back out."
Shen You'an placed the coin back into his palm, smiling faintly. "Mr. Yu, I won't regret it."
Never.
Outside the house, the cold was bone-chilling.
Inside, it was as warm as spring.
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Shen You'an put away the needles and tucked the blanket snugly around Yu Yisen. He sat quietly by the bedside for a while.
The pale blue moonlight filtered through the window frame, falling on the floor and casting a desolate glow across the room.
Tonight was the fifteenth; the moon was large and round.
In half a month, it would be the Spring Festival.
Lowering his gaze, Shen You'an sat quietly, watching the moonlight climb onto the toe of his shoe.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry."
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Shen You'an returned to the storage room. The window frame was gently knocked upon.
