He walked over step by step, and in the room, the lights were not turned on, for his sudden collapse and because she had been declared to have left this world, the darkness now felt almost like that of a funeral parlor.
But he knew this wasn't a funeral parlor, he could still hear the "beep beep" of the machines, and under the silver moonlight, he could see her lying there quietly.
So serene, so tender, as though she was merely asleep.
Thus, he approached and, suppressing the wrenching pain in his heart, sat on the edge of her bed under the moonlight, "Ningning, I'm back..."
He suddenly didn't want to call her An Ning, nor Ye Ning, but only... Ningning.
And such an intimate appellation, he had never used for anyone in his life, not even the woman from before, whom he always addressed by her full name.
"Ningning..."
