First person/be
Jiang Huai died in the year when I loved him most.
I like dandelions, so he planted a sea of dandelions for me.
I smiled and asked him, "How long will you like me?"
He didn't speak and just touched my head.
I will love you until death.
Later he really died, in the year when I loved him most.
We just got married that year.
I hate JAC.
I hate that he just left me when he said he would leave me.
I want him to be with me all the time.
Short story/be
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