(Zhou Aihan and Jiang Occasionally)
"The piled yellow leaves in front of you are the cruelest withering after the wind blows. Zhou Aihan, do you know? You are the wind that blows through my heart, making me brilliant, but also making me wither cruelly."
Jiang Occasionally knew at this moment that he could not hug the person in front of him because all she left him was her back. He also knew that she would never look back, but he only hoped that these words could make her change her mind.
The sky is gray, the lights are dim, the expressions and moods cannot be seen clearly, and time stands still for the two figures.
"Can you please stop loving me?"
There was no warning, and the lines that had been prepared for a long time could be spoken so suddenly and so calmly.
Jiang Youchun, I'm sorry. From now on, I will no longer be in your life, and I will no longer be in your stories.
"No!"
Jiang accidentally turned his face and looked at the withered leaves, insisting on it.
Zhou Aihan ignored it, but her heart was filled with sadness.
"Remember, from now on, don't cry for me or miss me."
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