In the darkness, Luo Qiangwei slowly opened her eyes, staring at the moon outside the floor-to-ceiling window with indiscernible emotions, a hint of sourness at the pit of her heart.
So it turns out... it's that hard to let go.
......
Several uneventful days passed, and Luo Qiangwei spent most of her time at home, resting and recuperating, until one afternoon a week later, when she received a call from Mo Qingshan.
She was surprised he had contacted her. Mo Qingshan's voice was frail and weak; he said that he wouldn't live past these few days and was pleading with Luo Qiangwei to bring Su Mo to see him.
Before he died, he just wanted to see Su Mo.
Luo Qiangwei thought back to the words he had spoken to her at the hospital door and felt somewhat dazed. For some reason, she agreed to his request.
