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How is your childhood sweetheart doing now? How is he doing? Do you still love him?
The wind in Nancheng in summer carried the moist smell of the waves, bringing with it wisps of coolness, but it could not dissipate Fu Huai's anxiety.
His white T-shirt was already soaked with sweat, and big beads of sweat kept falling to the ground. It rained moderately in Nancheng yesterday, and there were still puddles of water on the ground. Sweat beads fell into the puddles, making small splashes.
Fu Huai looked at the wall in front of him, with a childish look on his face that was a little eager and a little timid.
A few minutes later, he appeared on the other side of the wall, and what he saw was a field of tombstones.
Fortunately, no one was nearby. He walked back and forth among the tombstones, scanning the tombstones with his eyes, looking for the familiar name.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he stopped in front of a monument.
The word "Yu Xing" on the monument is particularly eye-catching.
Intention: young lover