In the early hours of the morning, she stood up from the darkness. The dim light entered the room, reflecting mottled shadows. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness for a moment. Turning around to look at his sleeping face, a painful love filled my heart. This was a city in midsummer, and the occasional sound of steam across the night sky made her know where she was.
The moonlight is bright, the air is fresh, and the figures are longing. She was just a stranger among them, and no one cared about her whereabouts. But she has him, a man who regards her as life, that's okay.
Live in the world, stay. Let's talk. All night long. She approached his back and tried to keep him.
Years later, he still remembered her voice coming from behind him. From the very beginning, she made his attempts to refuse waver again and again. Whether this was his destined love, there was no escaping it.
Shiju, if you only had a few months to live, what would you do?
Xiaoqiao, don't always think about life and death. Life is a natural state, we just need to live it meaningfully.
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