When the water rippled across my forehead and left a gentle kiss, I smiled softly.
“Yang, I’ll wait for you to come back.” For the first time, I didn’t watch him leave, because it was a promise I could never keep.
The gentle voice beside me sounded as it always did. “Young Master Zi, it’s time for us to go back.” I murmured a faint “Mm,” afraid that if I put too much force into it, my already fragile tear ducts would burst.
Yang, after I’m gone, don’t miss me, okay?
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