"Liang Mo, will I be happy?" Twenty-five-year-old Jin Yuan drank the wine in his glass and said to himself as he repeatedly wiped the photo in his hand with a painful expression. The photo showed a pale face, as pale as the last unmelted snowflake in winter.
Liang Mo's voice seemed to ring in my ears: "Happiness is just a bright firework in the eyes, Jin Yuan."
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Two lines of silent tears streaked down Jin Amaranth's cheeks. She lowered her head and twitched uncontrollably, and the photo in her hand became wrinkled due to exertion.
Jin Ao took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the blue Erhai Lake in front of him. Slowly, she stretched out her hand, let the photo fly in the wind, and murmured: "Liang Mo, I will be happy."
The photo fluctuated up and down, drifting towards Erhai Lake with the wind, and gradually disappeared from Jin Amaranth's field of vision. "Liang Mo." Jin Yuan cried out his name and suddenly chased the photo like crazy. The Erhai Sea overflowed her knees, sinking all the lies of happiness.
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Concept: The lonelier a person is, the more they need blatant favoritism