Until now, as I carefully reflect, I suddenly awaken.
It turns out that long ago, some things had already started to sprout, had already taken root in his heart.
Yet at that time, he didn't understand everything very well, wasn't very clear, stubbornly hating, hating the past, hating once, and got himself into a dead-end.
***
Walking in the rain.
The feelings then, the scenery then, and the people then. All were quite romantic.
But fleeting romance can be delightful, yet when the two returned from outside, the Sickly one began to cough and cough.
A few days ago, he threw a tantrum, sulked, and laid a mat on the floor. Although there was a Divine Doctor at home, such minor illnesses and pains wouldn't be an issue, but the problem lay in his delicate little temper which made him sick.
About an hour later, Dong Huiying was outside boiling medicine, when she heard the Sickly one coughing even more severely.
He coughed wretchedly, as if trying to cough out his lungs.
