Guang put down the bouquet in front of a pure white tombstone, and he touched the tombstone so gently, carefully and tenderly, as if he was touching the young man who once smiled at him: "Xin, I'm here."
He and Xin were twins, and because of this, he could understand Xin's words before her death: live on.
Xin,? Glycosides, mod, anti-mad Zhang saliva, Γ? PIΣemperor's coffin, about millimeters, Lu Laochu?
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The west wind is strong and the setting sun is like blood.
Passers-by were surprised to see a handsome young man in the cemetery, hugging a white tombstone tightly, crying bitterly in the cold west wind.
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