In the next life, you must accompany me to watch the beautiful cherry blossoms.
I'm waiting for you.
Sixteen years ago, a childish boy conjured a rose under the clock tower and handed it to the girl standing opposite him.
Sixteen years later, a woman who would always smile stood in front of the boy's tombstone and told him that she would always live well.
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A short story by a Conan Kuaiqing fan~
Completed
It's just a tragedy, I hope you won't PIA me after reading this~
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