In the end, I only remember that I rushed towards him like crazy, reaching out my hand to hold this man back, but no matter how tight I held it, I would eventually let go. And when I let go, the starlight in the sky dispersed at this time, finally revealing a gloomy and gray sky, roaring to swallow everything.
Today, I finally failed to catch it.
Today, my life was taken away from me.
At the beginning of autumn in Hangzhou this year, I found him, temporarily. At the end of winter in Hangzhou this year, I lost him forever.
I approached him step by step, and he moved away from me step by step.
Stepping lightly, I sat up holding the Menyou bottle. His expression was quiet and his face was lifelike. He was just asleep. It's just that I can't open my eyes again, can't call me Wu Xie again, and can't hug me again.
I whispered softly into Menyou Ping's ear, and I knew he would hear it.
"Zhang Qiling, wake up, go home and go to sleep."
I looked at his lips, hoping for a tiny wave, but he didn't, he lay quietly in my arms.
It's snowing, the last snow of the year.
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