Fragments rained down one after another, continuously rotating above his head, cutting the ruins in front of him into pieces, including his world.
Liszt reached out and touched the corners of his eyes.
Her cornea!
It turned out that for so many years, he had been using her eyes to look at this colorful world.
Fragments of memories poured into his mind.
On the day of the operation, he kept looking in the direction of the door, but she didn't appear. In the end, he sent a voice message to her, "Si Cheng, don't be afraid, I will always accompany you! I'll wait for you to accompany me to see this world. I love you! "
She was right next door to him.
Liszt looked up at the distant wooden house, which had changed beyond recognition, and walked forward step by step.
The corners of his eyes became moist. As the rain poured down his heart, every step he took became incomparably heavy.