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So we parted in winter, separated by Yin and Yang, never to see each other again.
"Yuzhe, what's your favorite season?"
"Winter."
But he lost his love forever in his favorite winter.
[Live another four hundred and ninety-two days, those are the four hundred and ninety-two days I live for you.
"Four hundred and ninety-two paper stars, her last life only existed for four hundred and ninety-two days."
His life was like a train at one stop. He picked up a passenger on the way, and she got off at Rongcheng at the seventeenth stop, never to be seen again.
He continued driving for many more years.
Finally arrived at the last stop, Kunming.
He was twenty-seven, but she was still eighteen.
On the day he left, he tore down the last star.
Just one sentence.
— Yu Zhe, I wish you peace and prosperity every year.
Keep you safe, keep me safe.
He couldn't help crying, after all these years he had pretended that she was still alive.
He caressed the person in the photo.
"Ah Ning, I have relived your last four hundred and ninety-two days."
Parting separates yin and yang.
The world is your suicide note, and I am your relic.
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It is my eternal regret that I cannot hold your hand and feel your warmth.
"Go and enjoy the evening breeze of Shenzhen."
"Go to Kunming to spend the winter without snow."
—I have fantasized about confessing to him countless times, but it turns out that I don't even have the chance to confess.
"I don't want to be sick anymore, Yu Zhe, I really want to hug you."
She had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday when her condition suddenly worsened and she eventually died.
His sun sets forever and the world becomes dark again.
When he was drowning in the water, water kept pouring into his nose. He only said in his heart: "Don't be afraid, Ning, I will be here soon."
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*Short story
*No prototype
*A girl suffering from blood cancer × Affectionate boy
—Pray to God that illness and suffering will be far away from everyone
*The world is your suicide note, and I am your relic/Sourced from the Internet
Intention: I wish there would be no pain in the world
