The cool breeze passing through the town brought the fragrance of camphor trees, and the cicadas chirped noisily. Cheng Luo dragged her suitcase and walked slowly in the quiet cemetery. The ground that had just rained turned dark. Holding a bouquet of white lilies still stained with dewdrops, she stopped in front of a black marble tombstone. After muttering to herself for a while, she realized that there was someone standing behind her. She turned around and Yu Lian, holding a young child by the hand, was smiling at her.
"Long time no see, Xiao Lian."
Time flies by, and the sun evaporates the puddles on the ground. Everything seems to have returned to those dreamy midsummers. After washing away the beauty, they are still the same as before. In the gap between raising their heads, Cheng Luo sees that all the sadness has been buried, and only the smiling eyebrows and eyes are left, just like yesterday...
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