Luo Xia looked at the black and white photo, stretched out her hand to gently wipe the dust on it, and leaned forward to kiss it. With tears in his eyes, he smiled palely, "Xiao west, he will get married tomorrow. The bride is a pure and kind girl like you, as you wish..."
Turning around and leaving, the girl on the tombstone smiled and looked at her figure fading away.
Luo Xia's last words echoed in the air, "As you wish, your eyes will watch him get happiness."
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