"Sister, please take me home."
Ning Yu was about to lower his head, as if he was very tired. Raindrops fell on the back of his hand, but it was warm.
"Okay... Let's go home, we'll go home right now..."
Wen Yu supported Ning Yu, and a long series of footprints fell on the snow. The people around her gradually lost their warmth. The soft hair pressed against her, but it hurt like needles.
The man vomited several mouthfuls of blood for no reason.
"I was really born here and died here..."
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