She remembered that last winter, when she had a cold and a fever, Liam stayed with her all night, changing the towel on her forehead every half hour; she remembered that on her birthday, he said he had saved three months' salary and bought her a bracelet, saying "When I have money in the future, I will change it for you with jewels "; she remembered that she casually said she liked the magnolia flowers downstairs, and he went to the flower shop to buy a bunch the next day, clumsily inserted it in a mineral water bottle, and said " As long as Clara likes it, it's worth it no matter how expensive it is."
Those details that once moved her heart to tears, when she thought about it now, were all poison wrapped in sugar , a game of playing house in which rich young masters pretended to be poor .
I don’t know how long it took, but the footsteps in the ward gradually faded away. Liam must have left.
Clara then slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling was the pale white color unique to hospitals, which hurt her eyes.
She raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen . It was empty, and the newly formed little life was no longer there.