Five years later, in the winter, they organized a class reunion.
I don't know who suddenly mentioned it
"Why didn't Song Xi come?"
"She's dead," someone answered.
"Bang..." The plastic glass in Xu Qingyan's hand fell to the ground.
Two minutes later, he fled in panic.
Why? Why didn't anyone tell her? Song Xi is dead? Why did he die?
"Song Xi, home is where you are."
Song Xi, she will never hear it again, too, she said she likes the breeze.
"Good night Qingfeng."
Intention: Do what you want to do and don't regret it