Yangliu Yiyi
by Lin Xiaoling
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My lover's hands completely lost their warmth. The body without temperature was as hard as a piece of iron. Not only is the texture hard, but so is the color. It's hard and cold in your hands, but there's still a touch of softness and warmth in your heart. He closed his eyes and lay upright on the bed, with his back folded on his abdomen and a peaceful look on his face. If I died like this, would you miss me? What to say? More than just thinking, I will go with you! That means you don't love me enough! Ruan Ying lay next to her lover, and saw hardness and cold creeping into the surrounding things. The bed is cold with hard sheets, the cabinet is cold with hard pillows, the clock is cold with a hard desk lamp, the red "" on the hard door is cold... And my mother is hard and cold. The hard and cold mother seemed to have been doing a repetitive thing for about a day from the time she entered the door to the time she left the house: pouring a full glass of water into the guest room, and then lifting an empty glass out.
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