She stood by the river, watching the lantern in the river getting further and further away, and suddenly she remembered that year, he was dressed in white, as gentle as water.
She called him, Abai, my Abai.
He smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips.
This was the first and last kiss between them.
So cool, so sweet.
She never had it again.
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