C53

After so many years, the dust had settled.

Gu Yushan and I finally broke through the layers of difficulties, holding each other's hands.

Except for the fact that I was dying of cancer, everything was good.

Every night before going to bed, Gu Yusheng would whisper into my ear, "Gu Qing'er, you're not allowed to die. If you die, I'll also go down and accompany you."

Every time I listened to him