Fu Ying's eyes, watery as they were, fixated on him with a clear and bright autumnal depth.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if feathers gently brushed his heart.
Shen Liguang particularly liked the phrase she used when explaining to the nurse, "I am her girlfriend."
He thought she would be afraid to say it because of their age difference, but the young girl turned out to be braver than he imagined.
Shen Liguang's gaze became eager, focusing on her rosy lips, the young lady standing gracefully in a long dress and white shoes, embodying youth in her simple attire.
His breathing became erratic, and he let go of her hand: "Don't look at me like that."
The act of touching her ear was so intimate that her heartbeat was distinctively clear in the quiet hospital room.
Fu Ying snapped back to reality, avoiding eye contact.
Outside the window, the sky had darkened completely, with stars shining tonight.
She sat beside him for a while, the hospital room quiet.
