*(The following is the perspective of a bystander)
She stood in that cold windy place, her eyes empty.
"Why don't they throw me back..." She muttered.
"You're back home." I still couldn't understand what she said.
"Are you Nelly?" She suddenly stared at my face.
"..."
"Look! That warm yellow light! That's the light in my room..." She almost jumped out of the window in excitement.
I looked out the window and saw a pair of orange-yellow light spots slowly approaching on the vast white land.
Those are headlights.
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1． "Wuthering Heights" fan fiction, official version only! ! !
2． There are memories (previous love). If you haven't read the original work, it will not affect your reading. However, all respect the original work and the original author.
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Intention: I have forgotten the hatred, but I can't forget you