He leaned forward and bit his frightened white and purple lips with his front teeth, "... Did you know? The cicada lives most of its life in the soil. It will take off the fur coat of its youth year after year in a place where people can't see it. When the last piece of fur falls off as it grows older, that is the most beautiful time in its life..."
Yi Fan let go of Xiaofeng's hand and turned around. His back seemed so far away in the backlight.
Xiaofeng reached out to grab his clothes, but the fingers waving in the sky couldn't touch him.
Looking back, Yi Fan murmured: "I'm waiting for you... The mature and beautiful you."
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