On a sunny afternoon, the boy and the girl met on the corridor of the hospital. At the very moment their eyes met, their young hearts were both deeply shocked. They both read the sadness in each other's eyes. Maybe because they felt the same pain, by the evening, the two had become old friends as if they had known each other for many years. After that, the boy and the girl spent one sunrise and sunset after another together. Neither of them felt lonely or helpless anymore.
Finally, one day, the boy and the girl were told that their conditions had reached a point where they could no longer be treated. The boy and the girl were taken back to their respective homes. Their conditions worsened day by day, but neither of them forgot the promise they had made to each other. They could only bless each other. Every word and sentence meant a great deal of encouragement to them.
Time flew by quickly like this. Three months had passed. One afternoon three months later, the girl held the boy's letter in her hand, closed her eyes peacefully, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her mother cried quietly beside her. She silently picked up the boy's letter, and lines of strong words jumped into her eyes: "When fate plays tricks on you, don't be afraid, don't hesitate. Because I am still here, along with many people who care about you and love you. We will all help you and protect you. You are definitely not alone..." The mother's hand holding the letter trembled, and the letter paper gradually became wet in her hands.
The girl left in this way. The day after she was gone, her mother found a stack of written but unmailed letters in the girl's drawer. On top was one addressed to "Mom". The girl's mother opened the letter in confusion. It was her familiar daughter's handwriting. It said: "Mom, when you see this letter, maybe I have already left you. But I still have one wish unfulfilled. I have an agreement with a boy. I promised him that I would accompany him on the last journey of life, but I know that perhaps I cannot fulfill my promise. So, after I am gone, please send these letters to him on my behalf, letting him think that I am still living strongly. I believe that these letters can give him more confidence to live on..."
Looking at her daughter's painstakingly written last words, her mother's eyes watered again. She felt a force urging her to meet this boy. Yes, she had to go see him. She had to tell him about this girl who wanted him to live on well.
The girl's mother took her daughter's letters and went to the boy's house according to the address on the envelope. She saw a lively-looking boy in a black frame embedded in the center of the table. The girl's mother was stunned. When she looked at the woman who had opened the door, that mother's face was already full of tears. She slowly picked up a stack of letters from the table and choked out: "These are what my son left behind. He passed away a month ago, but he said there was a girl with the same fate as him waiting for his letters, waiting for his encouragement. So, for the past month, I have been sending those letters on his behalf..." By this point, the boy's mother was already sobbing uncontrollably. At this time, the girl's mother walked over, tightly hugged the other mother, and murmured repeatedly: "For a beautiful promise..."
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