He was a renowned teacher who taught in a mountain village for decades, worthy of great respect.
"Xiao Zhi gave up long ago, but I forcibly kept him from leaving. In the name of love, I actually gave him nothing but pain and suffering. Xiao Zhi actually... hates me. The more I do, the heavier his burden becomes, the more he wants to break free."
There was no sadness, no regret for the past, and no resentment.
From beginning to end, she had a look of relief on her face, her gaze clear and bright.
"It's not just you; everyone is like this," Nan Wan stood up, found the remote, and lowered the air conditioner's wind speed a bit. "The line of death is too frightening; everyone wants to hold on to the other person, to look at this world a little longer, to accompany you more, even if it means exhausting everything."
A teenager, yet he stayed in the hospital for three years, witnessing too much life and death, his mental maturity far surpassing that of his peers.
