I sat by Xing Chuan’s physiotherapy cabin, holding his cold hand while he slept peacefully in the cabin. I massaged his wrist gently and touched the bracelet on his wrist. It was the bracelet that only I had the power to open.

The silly boy had insisted not take it off even after we had met again. It was as though the bracelet was my substitute, and I would be there wherever it was.

His love for me was mad.

I touched the bracelet and slowly rolled down his sleeve to cover the bracelet. Did he treat it like a pledge of love, keeping it close to him?

His data was relatively stable but not great. As he mentioned, the treatment didn’t bring actual improvement but only made him feel...