After Fang Yicheng arrived in the city, he temporarily stayed in a small dilapidated hotel.

Fang Yicheng still kept making calls and sending messages, he believed that she could see it, he knew that she hadn't really disappeared, and she must be secretly peeping at his presence in some corner.

Before waiting for Xiang Yingyu to appear, Fang Yicheng had to survive first, and he found a job in a magazine in Y City according to his strengths.

The busy daily interviews and writing work filled Fang Yicheng's empty time, so that he gradually forgot the pain that Yingyu brought to him during the day.

But whenever Fang Yicheng watched the night get dark and lay on the bed, Xiang Yingyu's shadow would crawl out of his mind.

Sometimes Fang Yicheng hates himself very much, hates why he is sad, tears, and wandering for such a woman who leaves from his side quietly; At the same time, he also hated Xiang Yingyu, hated her ruthlessness and the despair she brought to him.

One afternoon two months later, Fang Yicheng received a call from a strange woman.

"Are you Ah Cheng?" The other was the voice of an older woman.

"Yes." Fang Yicheng replied flatly.

"I'm Sakuradama 's mother." The other party said with a sigh in a calm voice, "Do you want to see Ayu?" ”

"Yes, she told you?" Fang Yicheng tried his best to suppress the ups and downs.

"No, I recently saw your message from her QQ, and I learned that there is a young man like you who has always loved her."

After that, Fang Yicheng heard Xiang Yingyu's mother on the other end of the phone sobbing in a low voice and said: "Xiaoyu is not good, it is an advanced stage of bowel cancer, since she knew about her illness, she has not wanted to see anyone for a few months." Come on, Ward ×, × floor, Building A, Y City People's Hospital. ”

Arrived at the gate of the hospital, in the flower shop on the side of the hospital, Fang Yi asked for twenty-two red roses with tears, bright red and bright like blood, Xiang Yingyu was twenty-two years old at the time.

Outside the ward, a well-dressed woman in her fifties waited at the door.

"You don't want to go in. The doctor said that her condition was deteriorating dramatically, and I was afraid that she would get emotional when she saw you, and she herself did not want to see anyone. Xiang Yingyu's mother said softly with some sadness.

Fang Yicheng saw Xiang Yingyu with her hair in a white patient care cap, wearing a white hospital gown with zebra stripes, her eyes closed and her face pale lying on the ICU bed, and the catheter was introducing a pale yellow liquid into her body along her arm drop by drop.

When Fang Yicheng sent the thirteenth rose, Xiang Yingyu left completely.

At the funeral home, Fang Yicheng held a small white flower in his hand and bowed like all Xiang Yingyu's relatives and friends to make her final send-off.