The morning sunlight streamed through the hospital window, casting mottled light and shadows across the white bedsheets. I sat at the bedside, gazing at the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, struggling to figure out who I was. Every day, the nurse would come in and ask me the same questions: "What is your name? What is today's date?" And I would always shake my head, my mind a complete blank.
Until a boy named Song Shichu appeared. He had gentle brows and eyes, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth would turn up slightly, carrying a reassuring strength. Every morning, he would appear at the ward door right on schedule, holding a bouquet of different fresh flowers—sometimes delicate lilies, sometimes passionate roses.
"Yujing, how are you feeling today?" he asked softly, his voice like a spring breeze gently brushing across my heart. I stared at him, trying to search the depths of my memory for any information about him. Occasionally, fragments of images would flash through my mind: the two of us walking hand in hand along the seashore, his focused expression as he put a necklace around my neck, and those sweet hugs and kisses. But these images vanished in an instant, shattering like bubbles.
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