The air is mixed with the sound of the waves. If you listen carefully, you will also hear a man's heartfelt confession that Zhique is a picked-up child. In her short life, she has no relatives or friends, only me. If I am no longer in this world, who will remember Zhique? My existence has continued my love for her and her life. Therefore, I must live well, even if all I have with me is loneliness.
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