"Yang Qinhao, don't be afraid, I'm here." "Lin Yu, don't even think about leaving me." You are my light, and I am your salvation.
"The snow is so heavy this year, Lin Yu, I love you." You haven't heard me say I love you yet. Snowflakes fell to the corners of his eyes and melted. A drop of liquid slipped from the corner of his eye, whether it was melted snow or tears.
The heavy snow was raging, and a thinly dressed young man knelt in front of the grave. He gently reached out and touched the tombstone carefully, treating it like a treasure.
Intention: youth