The wind picked up again, and both of them were covered in flowers. They just stood there without saying a word. There was a "bang" in his mind, as if the earth was shattering, and only two people heard it.
It's too late.
In the first half of his life, he lived like Kuafu chasing the sun, thinking that Jinwu didn't know and didn't care, and he was grateful for the hard work he took every step of the way. He wants to keep the sun, so he doesn't care about his own shadow. He never thought about looking back, but when he lowered his head in a hopeless situation, he found that the shadow of the evening sun was shining on him in the water - he was suddenly completely discouraged. This was when he was most tired, and he was willing to die at this moment.
He only wanted to wander in the long day, but could not survive the month-long night with few stars. Just as he could not read poetry late at night like his brother, he could only sleep soundly at night.
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