The world has changed. A bird flying from a distance has been hovering in one place. The wind blew her face and raised her long hair. Ye Yao looked at the photo on the tombstone with a smile and put down the white rose in his hand. Finally, the bird followed the wind and landed on the monument, raising its head and staring at the photo together.
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