Xing Simeng was wearing a long black dress, her face was a little haggard, and she was holding a bouquet of white platycodon flowers in her arms. Heavy steps and a sore heart. She didn't want to admit that he was gone. Nearly two months after his death, she finally came to see him where he was buried. When she walked to the tomb, she saw that man who had also come to see him. She saw the cake and the medal. She looked at the medal and tears welled up in her eyes. She said, "I miss you. When you left, I don't know if you heard me clearly when I told you that I like you."
The choked Xing Simeng turned her head to the left and wiped her tears. Put the flowers next to the white chrysanthemum bouquet. As soon as she put the bouquet down, her whole body was shaking and she made a choking sound. After a long time, she finally cried out: "I will think of you when I see the flowers you like in the future. What should I do? I will think of you for many things but what if you are not here? Tomorrow I will go to the high school we agreed to go to school. You suddenly left. What should I do if I am not used to it... You will bless me and stay by my side, right?"
Xing Simeng squatted in front of his grave and cried weakly, slowly and silently letting the tears fall. She thought of him and that person, their third year in junior high school together...
Purpose: Any favor is not a reason for us to give up being our best selves.