The boy in white clothes by the lake stretched out his hand, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and Yin'er, who was still clinging to me, was suddenly in his arms. I knew that if we parted this time, there would definitely be no chance to meet again next time. Yin'er looked at me with a look that was more intense than when I left the cave that day.
[Old work from Secondary School, tap lightly]
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