Sean didn't sleep well. He got up early, swallowing a handful of colorful pills deftly with the overnight boiled water. The man in the bathroom mirror was pale and lifeless, with dim eyes.

Sean flapped his face with cold water and put on the heavy down jacket at the bottom of the closet.

The phone rang when he was going to go out. He failed to attain his hope again, as it was the doctor, who advised him to be treated as soon as possible. Sean said with a gentle smile s usual: "Thank you. Let me think again."

It was too early, less than eight o 'clock. The snow which had been falling all night somehow stopped. Sean walked half an hour to find the wonton stall, which he hadn't been for a long time.

The stall holder was going to shut the stall originally. Upon seeing Sean, he smiled: "Long time no see!"

Sean sat beside the table and smiled: "I'm getting lazy. I become inactive after making a move."

The wife of the stall-owner came over to add hot water for Sean and glanced at him with lightly sympathy: "Kid, do you lost weight out of your busy work?"

Sean just smiled without speaking. In fact, he was not busy. His body was crushed by the heavy heart.

A bowl of wonton. Sean lowered his head and pressed the floating laver into the hot soup attentively with a spoon. The steaming soup soaked Sean's eyes. More than 10 years, the stall's wonton had never changed the price, but Sean just knew that the wonton was smaller than before with less flling when he took a bite.

The same was true of his love.

Sean had no appetite, but he tried his best to eat all the wontons. He did not dare to look up, afraid of being found his moist eyes. Sean suddenly remembered the very beginning when he and William came to Beijing to make a living. At that time they were really hard up. They only bought one bowl of wonton for they two, and both of them were reluctant to eat it. Finally, Sean divided it half and half, and then William started to eat. Sean still remembered clearly that William's tears all fell into the soup bowl that day. The man said almost word by word that he would never fail Sean He in this life.

Maybe promise was such a thing. The promiser made it casually, while the listener kept it in mind devoutly.

Sean thought he could endure it, but finlly he vomited severely in the public lavatory.

How could he not be afraid? He was afraid of loneliness, afraid of disappointment, and more afraid of walking alone in the long corridor of the hospital. Sean sat opposite the doctor, looking down to see the several pots of orchids raised by the doctor surnamed Ai.

The doctor advised Sean to receive chemotherapy as soon as possible. The earlier he got treatment, the sooner he could get better.

Sean was silent, and the doctor did not urge him. After a long silence, Sean controlled his mood, raised his head and smiled gently: "I am very afraid of suffering... Especially now I'm alone. I can't get through it."

"Give me some more medicine and I'll think about it." Sean shook his head and smiled weakly. "Doctor Ai, I shed nosebleed less recently, bu I get worse fever. I was sleeping alone at home the other day, and dreamed in a trance that I became a big stove with my heart, liver and lungs fried in the pan. I almost thought I wouldn't make it."

The smooth piece of writing in the doctor's prescription suddenly broke, leaving a seam. He was used to see the poignancy and reluctance of many terminally ill patients, but he had never seen a patient like he Sean, who was steeped in solitude.

"You are my patient, and I will accompany you when you get treatment. It's not a big deal. We should always be hopeful about life, shouldn't we?" Doctor Ai was not old, but he was very outstanding as a doctor. He was mature and competent in most people's eyes, but this time he comforted Sean with a relaxed tone, as if he was consoling a classmate in school days:"It's fine. Let's continue fowling after the punishment tonight."

Sean smiled with more sincerity, but still said the same words: "I'll think again. Please prescribe some medicine to me."

When Sean was about to leave, Gene Ai insisted on giving one pot of the valuable and fragile orchids in the office to Sean: "Don't think too much alone. It's good to eek some things to do, like raising flowers."

Sean refused it after a fit of confusion: "Thank you doctor, but I do not know how to grow flowers......Especially such delicate orchids."

"It's not hard to grow flowers. I hope you can make up your mind soon so that I can arrange treatment for you. My flowers can be taken good care of after you recover." The doctor gave a short and slightly childish smile and waved his hand.

In fact, Sean didn't approve it. Only the people loving flowers could take good care of them, as he was definitely not short of a few casual comsoling words.

But at least a little was better than nothing.

So he took the potted flowers and asked for a plastic bag to wrap them, putting the pot to his his coat.

The specific medicine prescried by Gene Ai was scarce in the hospital. Sean thought it was not urgent as there was some medicine left at home, so he did not take a bit of medicine and went back. He had been out for so long that his body was almost on the ropes.