That year, you disappeared before my eyes. I didn't see you for a long time.
I waited every day, quietly waiting. I didn't know why, but I kept waiting.
The seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Qixi Festival, said to be the day the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet.
Your younger sister dragged me into a sea of people and brought me to the wishing tree.
Close your eyes...
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