He wishes Lu Bai happiness.
He wishes for Xiaojiu's dreams to come true.
He hopes Harry will have a complete family.
He stands at the doorway, taking a deep breath. Life is unpredictable, and at the end, love and hate appear insignificant.
Even the most intense love cannot withstand the whims of fate.
Lu Xiaojiu gently holds Lu Bai's hand. His wedding ring has already been removed; the doctor gave it to her for safekeeping. She softly strokes his cold fingers, wondering when that simple ring will once again adorn his hand. Lu Bai's breathing is shallow, and as she watches the line on the instrument, it feels as if he could slip away at any moment.
So fragile, unable to endure even a slight chill.
