I took his hand and asked: "Can you... Don't leave." He lowered his head and whispered softly: "Xiaoyue, if I don't leave, how will I support you." My eyes were red, and I said with difficulty: "Then when will you come back? Will you come back after this work is finished?" He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes." I watched his retreating back, but I didn't hear his sigh or the words "Goodbye."
This article has no logic. I am not a black fan. It is purely for entertainment.
First perspective, there are too many content elements, please avoid lightning in time
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