It rained again at night, and Ye Shuhan pulled the quilt over her head. She tossed and turned and let out a long breath, but she couldn't fall asleep after all. Turning on the light, the dazzling light stung her eyes. Suddenly I felt very powerless.
Ye Shuhan sat cross-legged on the ground, her long hair hanging down to both sides. She opened a small green box and took out the photos inside. The boy in the photo smiled brightly*, and she put her head on Xu Mu's head. Xu Mu, Xu Mu. She called the name in her heart, over and over again. I miss you so much, so much.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
