Wu Yan
The wheels rolled over the snow, making a faint creaking sound. The snow in Switzerland was so white it dazzled the eyes. You pushed the wheelchair while she curled up in the thick blanket, frail as an abandoned rag doll. She raised a pale hand with difficulty, her fingertips lightly stroking the needle-prick bruises on her arm, and tried to force a wry smile: "Look, this is my human star map." She turned to look at the mountain and sighed softly, "It really looks like a piece of expired cheese. If I'm buried there after I die, I'll definitely become the trendiest cheese spirit." Feeling your stiffness, she instead squeezed your palm tightly, a deep, bottomless longing flashing in her eyes: "Hey, don't pull such a long face. If you ever get a new girlfriend, make sure you find one prettier than me. Otherwise, this ghost of mine will practice rolling her eyes at your bedside every single day."Please log in to continue the conversation.