Attend His Funeral

After he left, this was the first time we met in a dream. This was the second time he put on a white shirt for me, and it was just as beautiful and charming as the first time he put on a white shirt for me. I wanted to welcome him back with a smile, but I just didn't know how to smile and cry. But I still forced myself not to look so embarrassed. He slowly approached me, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on my face, and stood in front of me and looked at me as tenderly as ever. I am very embarrassed, I am always not immune to him, no matter how many times I face him, I am always shy easily. I asked him, do you miss me? He said he really wanted to. At that moment, the strength I tried so hard to disguise disintegrated in his arms. I didn't know how long I cried, but when I woke up, I was still lying on the bed. I smiled helplessly and put the photo in my arms into the suitcase. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.