On that snowy day, he hugged her for the last time.
Lin Zhiyue leaned quietly in his arms, hugging him tightly and not letting go.
He patted her head gently, "Yangyang, take care of yourself. Wait for me to take you home."
Lin Zhiyue slowly let go of her hand, and Xu Mingyang turned around and walked towards the airport.
Don't look back. Xu Mingyang.
He lied.
He can't come back.
Don't be soft-hearted.
Don't look back.
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