I saw her lying on the inclined bed, and smiled slyly at her.

"On Chinese New Year, people visit relatives and friends house, but you? You visit hospital. Walao eh, seriously?" I said sarcastically.

She laughed, but not so much as she struggled to breath through her oxygen mask.

"But why? Why didn't you tell me that you're in the hospital?" I asked disappointedly. "Am I no longer in your heart anymore?"

She looked down in guilt, avoiding my eye contact, and said, nothing.



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But somewhere deep inside, I cried a little.
I cried when I found out that pneumonia is dangerous, and you might die from it.
I cried because I'm afraid, that I won't be able to see you again.