It seems that rain every year during the Qingming Festival has become a tacit understanding, and the cold rain often shows the loneliness of being single. Li Yi lowered his head and smiled mockingly. When had he ever been so sentimental?
The originally bright face faded into black and white, and the gummy smile became stiff. "I miss you." Li Yi said, looking at the stone tablet, the corners of his mouth still upward, but it was already raining in his eyes.
Li Xidai wanted to hug him, but his hand went through Li Yi's body.
It's time for him to go.
They can't be together. Their flesh and blood are intertwined and intertwined.