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That year, he surrendered.
He looked indifferent. He only had one wish, which was to see her again.
And that time, it was also the last time, he went to find her.
The man was holding the woman's ashes, with blood dripping on the urn. He gradually lost his body temperature in front of her grave. This winter, he went to find her.
"She was not so lucky in the first half of her life. She lived a very hard life, but she has always lived in my heart."
Policeman: "Are you Ruan Qingnan?"
He nodded expressionlessly.
Police: "Why kill?"
Ruan Qingnan: "She died because they killed her. I remember that she was 17 years old, and that spring, she gradually lost her body temperature in my arms. She died in my arms."
1. Some parts of the chapter will be changed.
2. I hope they can be happy in the next life
3. Have a prototype
4. No male protagonist
5. Be, if you mind, please don't enter.
Intention: To this day, I will never forget it.
