Many years later, looking back on the past, I feel that it is a warm and melodious song. We walked, ran, and tried hard to find direction, but in the end, except for our empty hands and tired hearts, we could no longer find any trace of the past. I think I'm tired...
"Little Apple, you really love to cry." Xia Mu murmured, "Stop crying for others."
I was about to retort, but he put his arms around me and said, "Hey, let me give you some warmth."
I struggled for a while and then stopped. The bitter fragrance on Xia Mu's body was like a freshener that made me feel at ease. I buried my head in Xia Mu's arms and whispered, "So you are so warm."
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