Li Yeqi fed the porridge with such tenderness and slowness, as if he wanted to stretch the time indefinitely, as if he wanted to pause this moment here, asking neither about the past nor the future.
But in the end, when the porridge was almost finished, looking at the last spoonful left in the bowl, he thought he couldn't let her drink it cold as it was bad for the stomach. Yet at the same time, he considered whether he should playfully feed her grain by grain.
But even if he fed her grain by grain, this bowl of porridge would eventually be finished. His heart couldn't help but feel devastated. In his life, he had never loved a woman so much, loved her to the point of losing his pride, loved her to the point of losing himself, living only for her.
But at this moment, he had to let go of this woman he loved so much with his own hands, as if peeling skin and drawing tendons, the pain made tears fall from his eyes, one by one, rolling into the last mouthful of porridge.
