Fan Xing squatted in front of a tombstone, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and talking to himself.
"Shen Xiuyuan, you promised to stay with me forever. You promised to let me leave before you because you were afraid that I would be lonely. Why did you break your promise? Please pay attention to me."
That night, the brightest star in the sky fell. 0
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