Two o'clock in the morning.
After Yu Yan finished working overtime, he used the software to hail a car. After chatting with the driver for a while, a call suddenly came through.
The first words spoken on the other end of the phone were - "Yu Yan, Chu Nian... Committed suicide."
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My lover is dead, he committed suicide.
I rushed to the hospital as soon as possible to see him for the last time.
In fact, I couldn't see him, and he couldn't see me, because he was covered with a layer of white cloth, so I couldn't even see the last part of his life.
I have been going through the final formalities for his death for a long time, and I didn't get home until after six o'clock to take a rest.
I was very tired and fell asleep almost the moment I touched the bed.
Holding the little crocodile doll he had held before, I had a good dream. I dreamed of Chu Nian in my dream.
He said, don't feel sad for me, I just can't hold on anymore.
I thought, I was really being sentimental, and I just cried in my dream for a long, long time.
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When I woke up, I found that it was a little cold around me. I subconsciously pulled the quilt, but nothing was pulled.
Isn't it on the bed at home?
It really wasn't—me, going back to the twelve hours before he committed suicide.
God may be really pitiful that I didn't even see my lover for the last time, and gave me a chance to save my lover again.
There was no way I was going to let this happen again.
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He is my first thought and my first love.
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Remaining words × first thoughts
(The writing is not very good, I hope to finish it before summer vacation. /Leave it on June 17, 2025) -0∧0-
Intention: Don't be confused