A crack appeared on the man's composed face, he walked past Nan Song towards the guest room, his voice low and heavy: "Prepare the car, we're going to the hospital.",Until their shadow completely disappeared, Nan Song slumped down as if all his strength had left him. Tears silently flowed from his eyelids, hugging himself tightly, he felt a deep chill.,Actually, over the past three years, I've given him many gifts, each carefully chosen. Yet, in the end, they all ended up idle in the closet or directly in the trash can, just like my true feelings for him.。