"Hua Ni, when I die, please bury me in the rose garden in the suburbs. Don't come to see me, just think of me. With the company of white roses, I won't be alone anymore." The pale man on the bed struggled to express his last words, and the ethereal breath was like the heavy snow falling in the sky. Hua Ni held the girl's hand tightly on the bed, her eyes blurred with tears. She had already burst into tears and could only hold the girl's hand tightly, fearing that she would disappear in the next second. "Yunuo, please, what should I do? Please don't go, don't go." Hua Ni was in grief. Her best friend, her childhood playmate, had promised to wear wedding dresses together and be happy together. They had promised to be each other's bridesmaids when they grew up, and had promised to have a lifelong friendship. The cold wind outside the window was beating against the windows, and the snowflakes crystallized into pieces. From here, the world covered in silver seemed as dead as a mourning hall. Without relatives or lovers, the sound of the bell hanging beside the bed is like the footsteps of the God of Death, slowly taking away the life of the lovely person beside the bed...
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(Three years ago)
On a midwinter morning, the lazy sun shone through the light blue curtains, and I saw two soft elves lying on a princess bed surrounded by lace. Most of the plain white quilt slipped under the bed, and hung pitifully on the fluffy Persian blanket. The elf in one yellow and one white skirt curled up in the huge quilt, and her snow-white feet naughtily came out of the quilt...