"Meng Meng, I'm dying."
——
"Meng Meng, fortunately, our feelings aren't too deep."
"Meng Meng, please don't cry after I'm gone, not even a single tear. Even in death, I would feel heartache."
"Meng Meng, from now on, live happily every day, okay?"
"..."
No, she wouldn't.
Without him, how could she ever be happy again?
Who would cook for her, sing to her, tell her they love her even if she gains weight?
She didn't want him to die, and she refused to let him die.
But he ultimately left her; he was wheeled into the operating room—
She wore all black and calmly attended his funeral, kissing his tombstone.
Every night, she met him in her dreams.
But later... he told her: Meng Meng, you must forget me, you must start a new life, I won't come to see you anymore.
...
"No——"
The woman rose from her bed, covered in sweat.
She sat on the bed crying fiercely, desperately trying to grasp something, but all that met her grasp was the cold air, nothing more.
