Qiao Zhizhi never thought that she, a staunch materialist, would turn into a transparent little ghost after her death.
She also didn't expect that she would see Duan Hansheng, who was belatedly arriving, at her funeral.
After not seeing each other for many years, the man had lost his youthful and frail appearance, and his lean and tall figure was leaning against the wall, as silent as a tight string.
In the deserted corner, my eyes were quietly red.
Qiao Zhizhi vaguely remembered the snowy night when Duan Hansheng went to England many years ago. The man stood under the dim street lights, with speckled snow particles stuck to his hair and eyelashes. He clutched a ticket tightly in his hand and said with red eyes: "I never want to see you again."
But he didn't expect that his words would become a prophecy.
The reunion after many years was already separated by yin and yang.
Timid and sensitive girl & cold-tongued young man
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