Talk about death.
Died on the day of Miao Yilin's surgery.
From that day on, a blurry white figure began to pop up in Miao Yilin's mind uncontrollably, with a gray hoodie and black hair. Her face could not be seen clearly. The only thing that left an impression was a pair of brown eyes.
On this day, I "saw" him again.
She still couldn't see her face clearly, but the afternoon sun was blazing, and his fingers were rubbing against her lips, and the touch was distinct.
The voice close to my ear was like silk soaked in warm water: "Miao Yilin, don't forget, the person who kissed you is called Tan Xu."
She woke up with an unbearable headache, opened her phone's inbox, and opened the text message she had starred for the nth time.
——I am talking.
*Slight suspense
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Concept: Law of Conservation of Life
