The girl looked at the turbulent flowing water of the Forgotten River, with the blood-splendid Bianhua flowers reflected in her eyes, and said quietly: "Sister, she spent her whole life protecting this city and this person, but she didn't wait until she died until you came to find her..."
The man crawling on the bridge seemed to have lost consciousness and only murmured: "Ajin... Ajin... Where are you..."
The girl turned and left, and a misty voice floated in the air: "Before the Wangchuan River, Naihe was beside the Naihe Bridge..."
Use immature words to write a story about waiting.
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