The red sunset lengthened the two people's backs. The older figure was stooped and walked slowly.
She met her late stage at the age of twenty-five, and almost lost half her life in a year of wasted time. Fifty years passed until Ji Wan turned twelve. The sixty-four-year annual cycle has turned around several times.
The decaying flowers and green grass on the roadside complement each other.
Does she still love her?
There was innocence and ignorance on that childish face.
Ji Wan held her hand and shook it.
The deep love has never been destroyed by time. Even though the aging skin is like boneless skin and the hair that falls day and night is stained with white frost, the temperature of her palm is still hot.
As long as her palms are still hot. Then she will hold her hand forever.
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She buried her ashes under a mulberry tree.
Just like she had been waiting for her.
She is also waiting for death and the next reunion
Even if I miss you, I will never forget to love you.
The prequel is [The Nightmare] in the column
Purpose: True love is not afraid of death
