Zhuang Yu laughed out loud: "Don't give me that nonsense, when did I ever say I had a thing for him? You're the one who thinks he's just a piece of wood." After a while, he said again: "So even if I start something with him now, after you guys leave this timeline, we people who were affected will still be a blurry shadow in each other's memories, whether it's when we meet again in the past or future, or don't remember?"

  I looked at her without speaking. She was too clever and sharp, almost no need for me to explain, she could guess everything.

  As dusk approached, Zhuang Yu said he was going to get me some food. I lay there feeling bored and a bit worried about Wu Yu, so when the nurse wasn't looking, I secretly got out of bed.

  I had just walked a short distance in the corridor and reached the corner when I saw a scene that left me stunned.

  The sunset illuminated a patch of golden yellow, Shen Shiyan leaned against the wall, still holding his little notebook in his hand, clearly flustered. Because Zhuang Yu had one hand on his shoulder and the other on the wall beside him, tiptoeing up to kiss him.

  These two people were born to be good-looking. Although one is wooden and the other has a mature charm that doesn't match her age, anyone who sees them would think it's a **shúnǚ teasing an honest jǐngchá, when in fact it's a high school girl strongly kissing a man 9 years older than herself.

  I hastily stopped in my tracks and hid behind the wall. To be honest, I had admired her many times before, especially when she analyzed science fiction problems for us several times. But never like this moment, admiring to the point of prostration... This action power... In my life, I have never forced a kiss on a man - at least not when others are sober - compared to her, my combat effectiveness is simply rubbish.

  The majestic fish moved its lips away, its face was red, but its expression remained calm and composed as always.

  Shen Shiyan was clearly frightened, but as a detective, her boyfriend's strength was still very max. He grabbed Zhou Xiaoyu's wrist and growled: "What do you mean? Why are you treating me like this?"

  I almost choked with laughter, hey, this seems like a woman's line after being forced a kiss.

  Zhuang Yu suddenly revealed her innate overbearing personality, calmly brushing off Shen Shiyan's hand and saying: "What do you mean? It's obvious I have some interest in you. Anyway, two days later, we'll both forget."

  Shen Shiyan was taken aback for a moment.

  Zhuang Yu picked up his lunchbox from the windowsill and walked away with a flourish.

  I walked to Wu Yu's hospital room with a mix of emotions - a little moved, a little sad, and a little confused. He was still the same, sleeping weakly. I saw that the nurses and doctors were not around, so I quietly opened the door and slipped in.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, without turning on the light, only the sunset, enveloping the entire room in a gradually falling glow. I sat by his side for a while, feeling very calm and satisfied. I remembered what Zhuang Yu said, thinking it was okay, fortunately, I had been holding hands with Ou Yu all along, remembering each other every time.

  I still remember what Wu Yu said to me outside Chen's house, he promised me that even if he dies, he will never forget.

  In the future, murder, time, all seem far away from us. Only I accompany him in this quiet sickroom. I gently pull up his hand, hold it for a while, and find that his palm is still warm. I carefully lift his hand and place it on my face. I don't know what this action means, but when we were at Chen's house, he did the same thing. When his five fingers weakly covered my face, covering my entire field of vision, blocking out the whole world in my eyes, I felt at peace and content.

  I don't know how long it took. But night fell.

  I held his hand and slowly breathed in the air between his fingers. No matter how long it took.

  His hand suddenly trembled. My heart also shook with it, just about to open my eyes, but I already felt that his fingers had regained their strength, slowly and more forcefully pressing against my face, while the fingertips gently caressed my skin.

  I remained still, and tears fell into his palm.