"What's your name?"
"Gu Ning."
"Well, Gu Ling, he is as cute as his name suggests."
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"Ning'er, can I call you Ning'er from now on?"
"Ling'er? No, then I won't know whether you are calling me or someone else..."
"Ning'er, Ling'er is mine, just be happy with it."
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"There are thousands of mountains and rivers between us. I once thought about holding him and sinking into the Hanjiang River, but when I think of you losing Ning'er and Ling'er at the same time, and sleeping in a lake with the same name as you, you will definitely be sad. So we survived and waited for you to come back. I know that one day we can take Ling'er to Hanjiang to watch the snow."
"Jiang Han Ancient Fragrance Ning Ling'er, my Ning'er, Ling'er..." He murmured, carefully hugging the two small snow-white balls tightly into his arms, as if he was holding his whole world at the moment... On the other side of the Han River, the white snow was flying, as beautiful as a picture scroll.