Memories surged out like a fountain instantly, Jun Yi's cheerful voice playing in the water; Jun Yi's mischievous expression in the kitchen; Jun Yi's passionate and flirtatious appearance on the bed; Jun Yi's sadness and despair when questioning herself in the heavy rain; Jun Yi's sad back when playing at the piano; Jun Yi's running and shouting on the platform; Jun Yi's breath in the ward like a gossamer. Everything was sealed in the dark photo frame, slowly becoming distant and blurry.
Gratitude and resentment, obsession and attachment.
Short story, read it slowly...
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