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"Hanghang, I miss you."
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"When winter comes, I will bring the scarf you knitted with me!"
"Well, I'll knit it for you in the future."
The glimmer of youth shone on the two of them, and they walked farther and farther apart.
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It snowed for the first time in Sichuan. Snowflakes fell gently from the sky and landed on their hair and shoulders. The cold winter wind surrounded the two of them. Ji Yu held Wu Youyi's hand tightly and led him towards a future that only belonged to two people.
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This fate makes each other cherish each other. No matter how unpleasant the outside world is, it still cannot block the relationship between them.
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Wait for the flowers to bloom, wait for the flowers to wither.
The summer wind is still mixed with the breath of their youth.
Mission: The world should be kind to homosexuals