"Only you know the temperature of a hug." - "Dawn at Dusk"
"A brightly colored butterfly among the withered flowers became the only color in this black and white."
Every year there is surplus, and every year there is no surplus.
Yu Jingdie actually thought about giving up a long time ago, but... She always felt unwilling to give up. She always thought, "What if I can see hope if I keep persisting?"
But it didn't matter, she had loved her, but she was tired.
No matter how much she likes her, she is thin-skinned, and she doesn't have the courage to pursue a straight woman with no mercy. If there is no hope, then why bother yourself.
At least... At least for a while, she was hers. Even if it's acting, it's enough.
But, she didn't want to see her again.
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Yu Jingdie said: "Wen Caiqing, I gave up, really."
Wen Caiqing was stunned: "... What? What do you mean?"
Yu Jingdie said softly: "It means that I give up on you. Everything in the past is forgotten. Just forget it."
"... Actually, there's no need for this, Xiaodie. We can still be..." Wen Caiqing said quickly.
Yu Jingdie shook her head and left this home full of their memories. Oh, it's not home anymore, from now on.
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Yu Jingdie & Wen Caiqing
Intention: There will be more than enough every year, and there will be no surplus every year.