Later, when I think back, the few days after getting injured and staying in the hospital were actually the happiest moments of my life. Although I was lying in bed unable to move, even hugs had to be sought with her consent. But at that time, there were no disturbances, the timeline hadn't yet come full circle, all the culprits were still far away from us... Wu Miao's death hadn't arrived in front of us yet... Everything wasn't worth worrying about, only the winter sun shining on the hospital bed, with Tan Jiao sitting beside me.

  That was the night we "confirmed our relationship". Because we had slept too much, neither of us felt sleepy for a while. Under Shen Shiyan's care, with the nurse's consent, Tan Jiao could also stay in the room with me for a bit.

  Zhuang Yu put down the boxed lunch we had brought and tactfully withdrew. Tan Jiao brought over a basin of warm water to wash my face and rinse my mouth. I didn't want her to do it, but I also wanted to take another look at her, so I remained silent.

  She held a warm towel and gently wiped my face. I stared at her and said, "So you have a girlfriend now, that's the kind of treatment."

  Her cheeks flushed slightly, she said with a hint of coquettishness: "Really? Am I supposed to let another nurse wipe my boyfriend's face?"

  I chuckled softly. She wiped me clean and examined me carefully for a while, saying, "Thinner, but still so handsome." I had been holding back for a long time, that feeling was like a treasure finally in my hands, yet unable to touch it. I said, "Come here and let me see if you've lost weight?"

  She obediently squatted down beside the bed, and we looked at each other. I moved a little, found it was not enough, and whispered: "Come closer." She looked at me, slowly approached, and I put my arm around her shoulder, kissed her. Her whole body leaned against the headboard, as if she had melted into a pool of water, soft and motionless. Her lips were fragrant, skin delicate and slightly cool. In the past, I always kissed too hastily, never able to savor carefully and deeply like today. No need to restrain myself anymore, no need to worry about her resistance leaving. Because now, this girl, is mine.

  My hand caressed the nape of her neck, and my arms were filled with the fragrance that wafted from her. I pressed my lips against hers, deeper and deeper. Her breathing grew more urgent, and it was as if a fire had been lit in my arms, yearning for more.

  "Ah... Ah..." I turned and whispered in her ear, her cheeks were already red like fire, she tried to push me away several times, but was afraid of hurting me, couldn't break free. My kissing was also a bit disordered and passionate, my head was very hot. I heard myself panting softly, just one kiss, yet it made me experience an unprecedented excitement and joy. My hand even unknowingly slipped into her hospital gown, caressing her slender waist, the soft and smooth skin of the girl.

  "Wait! Stop..." She finally escaped from my arms, I suddenly felt a sense of loss, looking at her without speaking. But she said in a low voice: "If you kiss me again, I won't come over."

  I said: "It's you who wants to be together today."

  She rolled her eyes.

  I couldn't help but laugh.

  "Who would have thought you'd be so..." She swallowed back the rest of her words.

  "What?"

  "Unforgivable!" she replied, but I knew that wasn't what she originally wanted to say. This made my heart throb with excitement.

  After coaxing for a few more sentences and promising not to hold her back again, she approached me once more, sat down on the edge of the bed, fed me congee, and pulled out a toothbrush.

  I saw her mobile phone was on Weibo page, and I remembered that this girl had a habit of posting Weibo whenever she had something on her mind. It also reminded me of the time when I left her, she kept posting Weibo but couldn't express herself clearly to anyone.

  And then there's this sentence that makes my heart ache like a knife cut: Dark clouds meet the bright moon, and when the clouds disperse, the moon doesn't know.

  "What's going on?" I asked.

  She immediately put away her phone, looked at me and said: "What's going on? Oh, nothing's going on, just chatting with friends. Hey, don't peek at my **."

  I didn't say anything then.

  Before long, the nurse came to check on us and was going to send her back to her own ward. I saw her standing there, looking a bit hesitant because of the nurse's presence, but her eyes were sparkling as she looked at me, clearly reluctant to leave. I said: "Jiao Jiao, come here for a moment."

  She immediately ran in front of me. I pulled up her hand and said: "Bow your head."

  She glanced at the nurse, a bit embarrassed, but still lowered her head. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, saying in a voice that only we could hear: "What you want, I want too. Because we're together now."

  She looked at me, seemingly no longer embarrassed and no longer mindful of the nurse's gaze. She touched my head and said, "Mm, I see. I'll come visit you again tomorrow."

  After they all left, the room returned to silence. I lay on my bed, looking at the black night outside the window, tonight there was no more snow, but a bright moon rose high in the sky. And we still have two days before we return to that ship again. Then come back again.

  Next time, we will go back to which point in time?

  I sat quietly for a while, took out my phone, opened Weibo, entered Tan Jiao's pen name, and directly searched for her.

  Those Weibo posts that touched my heart have all disappeared. Because they will only appear half a year later, after I met Tan Jiao. What I saw was her latest post, which she posted half an hour ago.

  "Dark clouds meet a bright moon, how can the moon's depth be sought?"