The sun began to fall from the west, and the fiery clouds spread out like a woven curtain from the western mountains, and then gradually dimmed, and in the dimness, the lights of the city were lit up one after another, and this neighborhood was no exception.

Turning on the light, Ahn Ji-so rocked his wheelchair from the living room back to the bedroom.

An hour ago, Lin Xiujing had something to do temporarily, so she hurriedly made some dinner for her, and after leaving, she was the only one at home.

The house of 30 pings will seem very deserted when only one person exists, but in her feeling, it is actually good to do so. On the day of the car accident, the car that hit and ran over her head-on, paralyzed her lower limbs, and completely closed the door of her once open lively heart.

All dreams are shattered, and without them, the cruelty of reality is naked.

Many times I thought that if it wasn't for him staying by his side, if it wasn't for him opening his arms and protecting her under his wings, if it wasn't for him holding her with careful companionship...... She may have left this world a long time ago.

The TV in the bedroom is playing the live broadcast of the music bank, driving an electric wheelchair parked in front of the TV, she looks at the screen, the camera is chasing Ahn Junhyuk's figure. Brilliant or pale light enveloped him, and as he moved, the stage became Shijing, Kim Jong Kook, and Bao'er, like stars guarding him, and off the stage, even the sound of music could not hide the screams and cheers.

Just watched quietly, watched him make a splash, watched him get one, watched him say a series of words of thanks to the camera calmly and smilingly before he stepped onto the encore stage.

A large list of thanks, thanks to the company, thanks to Mr. Li Xiuman, thanks to the agent, thanks to the seniors...... Everyone thanked her, but she was not mentioned, but she did not feel disappointed at all, for he had given her the greatest gift, though it was no longer a favorite of all.

The show came to an end on the encore stage at the very end, Ahn Ji-so silently turned off the TV, the moment the screen was dark, the bedroom without lights became dim, only outside the half-open door, a ray of light spread in the living room, faintly extending to the bed, splitting a beam of light on the surface of the futon.

She rocked her wheelchair to the bed, pressed the button, raised the chair to the level of the bed, and then supported the edge of the bed with both hands, and laboriously moved her lower body up.

The mattress under her body is actually very soft, but for her, the numb lower limbs can not feel the comfort they should have, and only when she fills her body in little by little with her hands, adjusts her posture, and finally lies down and is covered with a thick futon, she can experience a little softness and a little warm breath.

That's the taste that belongs to Ahn Joon-hyuk!

Yes, this is not her bedroom, it is not her bed, this small space belongs to Ahn Joon-hyuk. Every night, he reads here, rests here, and breathes here...... Every speck of dust seems to seep into his flavor and leave his mark, so whenever he leaves, this is Ahn Ji-so's safe haven!

Pillowing the soft pillow, the girl quietly closed her eyes and breathed steadily and slowly, as if only in this way could she more deeply taste the feeling of his breath encircling her body.

Dad is long gone, Mom is gone, this gradually fading and empty world, the only thing that can warm her cold heart is these breaths and their owners, as if just surrounded by them, there is an infinite sense of security, and she is no longer afraid, just like when she was a child many years ago.

The night outside the window slowly but unswervingly descended on the earth, the girl on the bed tucked the quilt corners, sighed softly, slowly fell asleep, and had a dream.........,

……

"Brother, I'm cold ......"

In the winter of this year, Busan, which is not inferior to the cold of the north, has just moved to the vicinity of Haeundae, everything is still in the initial stage, my father died of illness, and the medical expenses for the last period of time completely consumed the family's meager savings, and even had to sell the old house. Moving to Haeundae is the most difficult effort of my mother's patchwork, all the money in my hand is invested in the barbecue stall run by my mother, the situation has not yet opened, and caught up with the cold winter business depression, three meals a day has not yet been determined, economic constraints are only allowed to find a simple old-fashioned rental house to live temporarily, the thin walls of the rental house can not block the attack of cold air, like many poor families, can not afford electric heating, floor heating, and no heating hut, cold like a freezer.

It can even be described as a house with four walls.

There was no light, only a ray of moonlight shining through the glass-encrusted skylight, providing a faint illumination, and Ahn Ji-so lay on the bed, shivering from the cold even when the mattress was tightly rolled up.

The mattress under her body was not thick, and the four corners of the bed were also made of picked bricks, plus a hardwood board that was placed at random, and the thin board surface made her weak body unable to radiate enough heat to preserve.

She trembled her lips and shouted to the other side, and then on another small bed over there, her brother sat up and seemed to think for a while before getting out of bed, and then came here with the quilt and took her into his arms: "Is this better?"

"Well, it's much better. An Zhixiu, who got into his arms, replied like this, in fact, his body was as cold as hers.

"If only we could bring in the coal stove from the kitchen outside. Ahn Jun-hyuk, who gently patted her back, seemed to feel that her body continued to tremble, and said with a little annoyance. The coal stove is heavy, an old-fashioned tin stove. How could he, who was as old as her and about the same size and size, carry such a heavy object, and even if he could, his mother would scold them when he returned, and for the two children, the coal stove burning in the closed house was more terrible and deadly than anything else.

Lying quietly on the bed, the brother and sister did not speak again, trying their best to hug each other, greedily absorbing each other's temperature, and also warming each other with their own body temperature.

I don't know how long it took, the quilt was finally warmer, and the limbs no longer had the kind of shiver that made the heart tighten into a ball, as if it would burst at any time, and pillowed his brother's slender arm, Jisoo sighed comfortably, and hummed a few times like a kitten between his noses.

"Haven't fallen asleep yet, still cold?"

Feeling his brother's hand patting his back all the time, stroking his hair, Jisoo raised his head and looked at his close, very similar face to hers in the moonlight from the skylight. didn't answer his inquiry, blinked his eyes, and suddenly said, "Brother...... It's been a long time since we've slept together. ”

I don't know when they no longer sleep on a bed, no longer hug very closely, and no longer bathe naked in a basin and have water fights like when they were younger.

They are twins, and in the years before, too many memories filled each other's figures, like two sides of a mirror that are inseparable, as if they were one.

But one day, she suddenly found that this feeling of being one began to fade, her brother no longer always acted with her, began to become independent, and gradually developed, one day when she came home from school, she found that her mother had built an extra bed board in the bedroom.

The girl felt very confused and a little sad, but she didn't know exactly what she was sad about, her brother was still very good to her, and she didn't think that her brother would dislike her, but her heart was empty for a moment, as if she had lost something very important, so she had some regrets that she couldn't understand at a young age and didn't understand until a long time later. …,

"Heh!" his brother smiled as his fingers ran through her hair, and he smiled as he rubbed his fingers through her hair, "We've grown up!"

That's the answer again!

The girl pouted, and her mother said the same, she didn't understand, why should she be separated when she grew up?

Sullenly, he leaned his head on his chest, and in the dark bed, the intertwined body temperatures baked the air hot, with a faint smell like milk. My brother's chest was not broad, and when he leaned on it, he could clearly feel the marks of his ribs, and because of this, the sound of a heavy heartbeat fell into his ears without leaking.

Listen, listen, and she was suddenly surprised to realize that her heart was beating exactly the same as it.

Plop - Plop –

Heavy sounds, converging on the eardrums, they vibrated and almost made her think they were sharing a heart.

"Brother, our hearts are beating the same!" she raised her head and told her brother excitedly about the discovery, her fluffy braids swaying behind her head with the movements, like a happy little squirrel.

stared at his brother with wide eyes, and his innocent and pure eyes unabashedly released joy, "Brother, is this what people call telepathy?"

The dream became blurry at this moment, and Jisoo, who was sleeping lightly, clearly remembered his mood at that time, and he was still a little girl, and his head was full of wild imagination.

How good it would be if it was really an electric heart, what Jisoo thought, his brother would think; Jisoo felt warm, and his brother would be just as warm; his brother carried Jisoo on his back, and when he struggled to move forward in the rain and snow, Jisoo could share his fatigue and sweat; when his brother fought with those bad boys, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and Jisoo, who couldn't help and could only hide on the side and cry, could also share the hurt and pain he suffered.

If you can really do that, you will never be separated again, and even if you grow up and grow up to be as big as your mother, you will never be separated again.

This is the naïve but most stubborn thought in Ahn Ji-so's mind, who wore pigtails, sometimes had a runny nose, and would cry cowardly, and I have always remembered it to this day.

It has firmly become the only pillar that supports her spiritual world after the car accident, even if she grows up and knows that the same heartbeat rate is not so magical, but she still holds some longing.

The girl who breathed the familiar smell of the pillow sideways, and continued to enter another dream shallowly, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, a drop slipped down her ears, moistened her cheeks and hair, and a drop rolled off her nose and touched the corners of her mouth, fainting the bitterness of joy on her lips-

Ahn Joon-hyuk can give up everything to realize Ahn Ji-so's dreams, Ahn Ji-so, or he can give up everything and live only for him!