I took the note she handed me with Xiao A's phone number written on it, walked out slowly amidst the intoxicating aroma and music of the coffee shop, and closed the door gently. The north wind blew very hard, blowing me from one end to the other, until I turned the corner, I don't know where it went again. I started walking aimlessly, past the place where I parked my car, past the intersection, and past the familiar land of this city. I felt that the tears on my face did not belong to me at this moment, nor did I belong to me.
I dialed Yuchuan's phone number and cried to her.
Yuchuan, my love is dead.
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