She read the morning paper to Fang Qin, helped him wipe down his body, exercised his muscles, turned him over, told him stories, listened to music...
When she had a moment to herself, she would gaze at his face, lost in thought, and sometimes she would share with him many interesting events from her university days. She had repeated these stories not just once, and yet, she still patiently told them to him over and over again.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
As time went on, Gu Ruo grew increasingly quiet, and aside from wiping his body, exercising his muscles, listening to music, and reading the morning paper, she didn't tell stories as frequently, especially those about her past encounters.
It wasn't that she was tired of telling them, but rather she was prematurely adapting to the days when she would leave him.