The memories buried in the town were brought back by a phone call, "Lanzhi, will you come back to see me this year?"
Bai Lanzhi was silent. Perhaps the winter snow of that year could not cover up the suffocating memories. Just hearing a word about the past could make her hide her face and cry.
"Lanzhi, next spring, I will accompany you."
"The wild camellia in the back mountain has bloomed. Will you come back and take a look?"
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