Wandering

The snow started to rise again, and Juan felt that Tianjin couldn't be colder this year. The various emotions in the human body are just like the fine snows this winter, floating up and down again. Finally there was silence. He finally kissed Aijia's face, her small and soft lips, and she trembled gently in his arms. Juan didn't know why he shed tears while kissing her - they were actually for Duckweed. This was the first time he shed tears for Duckweed, the first time he shed tears for her human suffering, or maybe it was the last time. In the dark red candle shadow, Duckweed's empty image finally burned out silently. Only Aijia's cold face remained. So after the wind and snow fell, the spring of 1937—— Juan and Aijia got married in a hurry. Intention: scrawled