(Neither controlling nor accepting nor attacking, it is very pure love. Attackers and sufferers are both sick, and the master is the recipient. The article is relatively scattered because the memory of the recipient is very confusing. It is a short article, no prototype and no plagiarism.)
In my dream, there is a void figure, very familiar and yet strange. I raised my hand to touch him, but found that I couldn't touch him, and his figure turned into ashes in my hand. He called out my name, "He Jin, if there is a next life, I hope you and I never know each other." After saying that, the ashes disappeared with the wind, and the world became empty again. Tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes, and I saw them forming a sea and drowning me in it.
"Linhe..." I couldn't help but murmured, who is Linhe?
Blood cancer has pushed him so far away from me that I can't catch up with you. Lin congratulations...
We all died in the summer. You were 24 and I was 27.
I saw you in the sea, you must have come to pick me up.
Purpose: live a good life