They Say Love Flows Like a Gentle Stream, Who Knew One Thought Could Turn Our Hair White (Jing Qing)

He turned around and lifted his head to the wind. It was snowing today, and there was no sun, so the whole sky was a dull gray.

There was none of the heart-wrenching pain he'd imagined, no sobbing until he couldn't speak. There was only calm, as if two old friends had met again and were now saying goodbye.

This is good, he thought.

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