He really liked hugging him from behind, with the mellow smell of tea lingering around. He discovered this sneaky scene. The boy unzipped his school uniform and took him into his arms. On his fair and quiet face, his nose was red, as if he was about to overflow from shyness.
"Come and smell it in your arms."
Quan Zhaoqiu passed away alone in Haizhen. He was detained at the port. The man walked straight past holding his ashes. A tear rolled down his cheek. He was shocked to realize that Quan Zhaoqiu could not see or touch him from now on. It would be like this tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the rest of his life.
He finally left without a return date.
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