In a dream, I saw the person I loved most many years ago. I couldn't touch them or even reach them. I stretched out my hand because I wanted to hold on, but my dream self was only an illusion.
“Why are you sitting here?” Luo Xiaodan asked, puzzled.
“Because the place beside you is the most comfortable.” After saying that, Kong Yanshun lay down and went to sleep.
“Come with me to see the sea.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to take the most important person to meet the most important person.”
“Although I don't like autumn, I like you.” Seeing her about to leave, Kong Yanshun said anxiously, hoping to get even the slightest response.
“I don't like you.” Luo Xiaodan said it without thinking.
“In front of you, I'm like a scavenger, searching for even the faintest trace that you once loved me.”
At Kong Yanshun's words, Luo Xiaodan suddenly smiled bitterly.
“Let's end things here.” As she left, fallen leaves covered the path she'd taken to get here. These past years must have been so hard on her.
This time, Kong Yanshun didn't go looking for him again. He simply stood among the falling leaves for a long time that day.
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