Mr. Chi led An on the path covered with fallen plane trees. Ann, did you know that when every leaf bids farewell to the branch and falls into the wind, another crystal cup representing love is broken. An smiled, you must be the one picking up the pieces. What? Chi's clean face reflected the scattered sunshine, so handsome. An shook off Chi's hand and said, when you wanted to pick her up again and return her dusty memory, she let blood flow across your palm. Maybe, yes. Chi's smile faded, and he leaned against a tree, fiddling with the zippo lighter on his keychain out of habit, which Yi gave to him one autumn. You are thinking of her again. An Ai pouted her lips stingily and said, "Send me home."
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