However, sitting there from dawn to dusk, no matter how you held him, you could no longer warm his hands.
Yutang's body became cold.
You no longer hear his answers, his laughter.
He tapped your eyebrows, with a starry smile in his eyes, and called you: "Stupid cat...".
He hugged you who was afraid of the cold in the winter night, and talked about the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the past and future of your ambitions...
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