He turned around and hugged his sister beside him, his only relative. He once hugged Qing Ling like he threw himself into Sister A's arms as a child. But now, he is hugging Shen Dai as tightly as he hugged Qing Ling. And the same thing is that the emotions he carries are as fragile as a child jumping into its mother's arms.
Shen Dai suddenly understood something. Just like when she was a child, she patted her brother's back gently without saying a word.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
He once read this poem to the girl. She said she loved it.
And that girl, that girl named Qing Ling, is really as light as a feather on a blue bird, and will leave due to the wind at any time.
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