During those days, he searched hard again and again. She tossed and turned in her midnight dreams.
That night she held the phone and redialed the number over and over again. He squatted beside the bed and looked at her and said reassuringly, "I'm here."
At that time she laughed happily and called him Xiao Ziying. He shook his head helplessly and shouted helplessly, "Han... Ling... Sha."
That year, he bumped into her at the door without looking at the road. She smiled and turned around to see his slender figure at the door.
Then she smiled brightly, and four years flew by...
In the end, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other...
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