Many years later, on a rainy or sunny Sunday afternoon in Xincheng, I realized that the man I loved deeply had once loved me tolerantly, forbearingly, and silently.
Today, I can still sit side by side with Muroi on a bench in this city park during the cold half-day of spring, slowly watching the tourists coming and going, and watching the early cherry blossoms falling in the wind. Xincheng feels that he is very happy.
Please leave the loneliness of the past and the loneliness of the future behind at this moment.
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