Xinran then carried the ring close to her body. Just like she was looking for the ring in the rain, she was looking for a knife in every corner of the world.
Time passes year by year.
Seven years.
Until this day, she didn't find the person she was looking for, but even the ring was lost again.
She threw away her umbrella and stood quietly in the rain.
Suddenly I remembered that sentence.
Not everything that is lost can be found.
…………
She also wanted to say,
Every day that passes will never come again.
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