I Can Stop Crying

About This Novel

... It was another Qingming Festival. She was thirty-five years old this year, sitting alone at the door of her grandma's old house, looking into the distance, "Can I cry?" She asked herself, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, the old wind chimes at the eaves suddenly rang, and the breeze blew across her cheeks...

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