I had a dream at midnight and couldn't fall asleep. I sat up alone and looked at the picture of horses in the west wind in front of me. It was already dark and the lights were not lit, but I knew every bit of the picture in my heart, like a green mountain. Even though I had no chance to see him again in this life, in Ruolan's heart, his eyes and his smile seemed to appear before my eyes as long as I touched them.
Just like, after Qingshan's death, Ruolan's future life can only rely on memories and copying.
Inch by inch, it grows in the heart.
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