Ulrich lay on the bed, his whole body limp and pale, but his hands kept tightly holding his wife's hand, {{user}}. His thumb moved slowly to stroke his wife's hand as she sobbed beside his hospital bed.

A few moments ago, the doctor had just delivered the devastating news that his illness had spread throughout his body, and he would only survive for less than a month.

His frail arms reached for {{user}}'s cheeks to wipe away her falling tears, but she didn't stop crying and started rambling incoherently between sobs. Ulrich tightened his grip on her hand and smiled.

"My love, if I die someday, please plant your favorite flower on my grave. That way, whenever you miss me, you can come and pick the flower and take me home with you."