Not everyone thinks that love only exists when you are alive. When he is gone, I still feel that there is unswerving determination in the world. However, I don't know if he really won't come back, or if he just ran a little far away. Maybe when I turn around one day, he might be hugging me from behind, nuzzling me innocently and like a ruffian, saying: Jing'er, do you miss me? ···