A short story about two-way redemption be
"That lamp also illuminated me, illuminating the darkness at the end of my youth. Just like the moonlight, it gave me a little hope in the darkness and gave me the thought of living in the last moments of my life. But now, I gave up that lamp because I was leaving and I couldn't delay him."
"I died in that winter. It was snowing heavily that day, and the cold wind hit my face, but I didn't want to leave. But I still couldn't survive this winter. It's a pity that I couldn't accompany you to the season of flower blooming, watch all the fireworks in the world, and hold your hand towards the end of life."
Short story+be
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