Ji Qing's midsummer ended with the wind on the seventeenth floor.
The sleeping world withered.
She remained quietly in the memory, and she watched her stubbornly.
"Only Wen Mian remembers everything about Ji Qing, that's enough."
Intention: "We support each other with such poor love."
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