Later, when the last leaf in Fusheng Pavilion fell, a sudden snow fell in the sky, which was so bright and clear as I have never seen before.
The snow was so heavy that it unconsciously covered your tombstone. I gently wiped off the snow on your monument, and "Han Jingheng's Tomb" burned my eyes again.
That year, your grave was filled with flowers, as bright as her smile.
That year, your room was full of dust, and I didn't clean it again.
That year, I left Fusheng Pavilion to find her whereabouts for you.
That year, her facial features remained the same as before, but your bones were withered.
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