"We don't want to be here anymore, follow me back to 18 years old." Some stories don't need sequels. Some full stops, although late, must be drawn eventually. Feng Ling, an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl, met him who shone like a god. The boy's unfinished words disappeared in the wind:
The wind stirred up the unburnt paper ashes on the table. They spin, fly, and finally float out of the window and disappear into the night.
Like our youth, it has been passionate and painful, and finally turned into ashes and scattered in the wind. But the wind remembers. I remember it too.
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