"Hey, Xiang Xi, do you think the white homing pigeons in the church will lean down and hug the black crows?"
"She can." Xiang Xi held Yin Yi's hand lying on the ICU bed and said softly.
"Then when will you come back and hug me?" Yin Yi opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say this sentence.
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"Xiang Xi, I love you"
Intention: Male or female, whatever you like