Note: The previous writing is not good, please proceed with caution. After Chapter 8, you can adjust the writing style and leave "It depends on you."
The copy is as follows:
Many years later.
Jing Yan stood at the door of Wutong Middle School.
Watching the yellowing leaves blow to the ground, one after another.
He looked around him——
No one but him.
Suddenly my eyes felt a little sore.
He raised his hand and rubbed it.
He took one last look at the school and turned to leave.
Some memories can only exist in the past.
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Intention: I miss you so much
