The breeze blew by, blowing down the flower dust all over the sky. Some fell on her skirt, and some slid down and mixed into the falling red formation, making them colorful. At some point, the two children had fallen asleep, and he, who was silent beside her, slowly moved his head to her shoulder. She thought he was a little tired, but she didn't expect him to suddenly whisper in her ear: "Lian Chujia, why can't I keep the good things in this world? I really can't bear to let you go..."
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