She stood under the pear blossoms and her smile was as bright as the first time we met. I looked at her with sore eyes. She smiled as usual
"Yangyang, stop crying, take my share and live a good life, okay? Stop doing stupid things, and I love you." Her body was slowly dissipating.
I woke up from my dream. This was already the second year since she left. Looking up at the photo, she is standing under the pear blossoms and smiling, but the pillow under me is already soaked.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
