Lian Qiongyue was shocked, but quickly calmed down. Now that I am wearing this shell, no one can see through my true identity.
Sang Baijun's voice came from behind: "Who are you?"
The sun shines on the tombstone, and Lian Qiongyue touches the inscription on it: "Huan Gui".
"Why? I had already prepared for the worst, but I didn't expect it to be like this..." Lian Qiongyue could hardly stand still.
"It's not your fault." Sang Baijun hugged Lian Qiongyue tightly, letting the wind and snow hit him mercilessly, "I am here, I have always been there, no matter what, you still have me."
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"Goodbye, remember me."
The shouts from the street stalls were endless. Sang Baijun walked to a stall and asked: "Old man, do you know a person named Lian Qiongyue?"
"I've never heard of it." The old man waved his hand, "Who is he?"
"My wife," Sang Baijun replied, "I'm looking for him."
The sunlight blurred Sang Baijun's vision, and when it became clear again, "I found him, I still remember him."
Purpose: Everyone has his or her own meaning in life.