He was lying quietly like that, his white hair was neatly combed, his face didn't have too many burdens, and he still looked very young. The setting sun entered the house through the window, casting a layer of golden light on his body, which was actually a bit sad.
A slight loneliness gradually spread, and there seemed to be a cold air invading her heart. "It's so cold," she said in a low voice, and then walked out.
Is this life? Maybe, she thought.
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