C25

A large teardrop finally fell from her eyes.

So small, so good, so many years!

She hadn't even made him a sweet and sour pork, and he hadn't even gone to the dorm to give her this week's snacks. Just one painful experience was enough, and she didn't want to see him again on the sickbed, cold as ice like she had seen her mother die!

She knew what it would be like. He would be lying there cold