Heavy snow covered the mountains, and the cold wind was so biting and howling that it hurt my face. There were two people in the snow, slowly moving forward.
"Brother, when can we get to the town? I'm cold..." He crossed his arms, shivering, and spoke to the person walking in front.
"Si'er, be patient, we'll be there soon, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
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"Brother, do you like me? I like you so much."
"Fool, I must like you, otherwise where can I find such a big treasure? You are right, baby,"
"Well, brother is the best!"
Intention: Everything in this world will eventually be perfect