The 17-year-old Gu Yi abruptly shined his light into Xu Mu's world, and the lake surface that should have been as calm as water also rippled at that moment.
"Our sweat drips on the same grass, and this piece of green declares to the world: Xu Mu, I love you."
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There is no moonlight at all this night.
"Xu Mu, I don't love you anymore. Leaving may be a better result."
Ignoring the questions behind him, he turned around and left. It seems that walking fast enough can cover up the moisture in the corners of his eyes.
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Seven years later
The next time I heard that familiar name was at his funeral.
On this day, the sun was just right, the flowers were fragrant, and the wind was gentle.
The hoarse throat vibrated again
"Xu Mu, if you die, I will try to live a little longer."
"It might be better for you if there is no Gu Yi in heaven."
Concept: After all, day and night cannot be in the same sky