New year, new outlook.
People, even though they fully understand that it is just a unit of time, and that bad days are likely to continue being bad, and a good life is also unlikely to take a sudden turn for the better, still cling to hope every New Year.
Just like at this moment, Tang Xian who had been in a coma for over two weeks woke up, and Li Xiaoyu heard the words she had been longing to hear, which turned the page on her worries of the past days.
And Tang Xian's words, it seemed, leaped over a length of time.
It was as if she and Tang Xian were not here in Baichuan City at this moment, but had returned to that day, at that time and place where Tang Xian had first said those words to her by the artificial lake in the third district's school area.
He had wanted himself to live a little longer, so that was what he meant.
It was noisy outside the clinic, while inside there was only the dim light and the two of them.
