A gust of wind blew by, and the wind got into my collar, and my skin felt a little cool.
I suddenly thought of a sentence, It's too cold to be at high places.
If there is such a thing as fate in the world, can the relationship between me and him be explained by fate?
I felt his slight exertion on my fingers, and I smiled. From such a cold height, he and I only had each other.
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