Changsheng, on that snow-capped Jinghe Mountain, I wanted to follow you for the rest of my life.
Chang Sheng, this fate of marriage is destiny.
Changsheng, you are so affectionate to me, how can I dare to forget you.
Changsheng, I hope to know each other and stay with you forever. If there is an afterlife, come to Jinghe Mountain to find me. I am still by the red lotus pond that year and have never left.
A short story within 1,000 words.
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