Both of them were silent, the wind became heavier, the clouds settled, and even their breathing was like a sigh. One didn't ask any more questions, the other didn't make a promise. No one knew when they would see each other next time.
Mu Yi dragged the suitcase she came with and waved goodbye to this town. She had long said that she would not live in a certain place for the rest of her life, but she had not found the motivation to leave for ten years. Now, it was time to wave. . . . . .
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