She always remembered that in the rain and snow that year, the man in green's face was as pale as snow, and it seemed that it would melt away in an instant. She had no choice but to hold his hand tightly and promise in a low voice, so the man finally felt relieved, closed his eyes and murmured to herself on her shoulder.
"Mei'er, Mei'er, the world without me..." The voice was almost inaudible and finally disappeared, and the closed eyes never opened again.
"Qi Lin, Qi Lin, how can I survive alone in a world without you?" The wind and snow that night fell in her heart year after year, cold to the bone.
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