Qin Yan wiped the dust off the tombstone. The girl in the photo was in her prime, with smiling eyes.
Qin Yan was holding two jugs of wine, one was poured in front of the monument, and the other was in his hand, drinking and talking.
"Ruan Wu, I clearly promised that I won't wait for you in the third year."
"But now every night when I close my eyes, I still see you smiling at me."
He stroked the photo and said softly: "I forgot to bring you flowers, you won't blame me, right?"
"You will definitely blame me." Qin Yan said, "You can blame me as long as I go to find you."
After Qin Yan finished speaking, he stood up and left, his back looking helpless. At first, he thought it was just a simple separation, and there would always be a chance to meet again in the future, but he did not expect that it was a farewell.
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