"Will you watch me from the sky in the future and watch me study hard?" Fuyou looked at the sky, the clouds were moving slowly.
"I will," Qi Xiwu said with a wry smile, "I will become a star to shine on you, and I will also be the wind around you to embrace you. If you miss me, just call my name. If the wind blows, it will be me."
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"Children heading towards the blue sky, we will meet again in the sky."
Concept: Thoughts are like the wind, blowing through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter
