After all the dust settled, it was already the winter of 2023. Zhao Baolin had little experience in visiting graves for the first time. After lighting the incense clumsily, she suddenly realized that there was no place to insert it. She lit a cigarette with trembling hands and looked at the black and white photo on the monument with tears in her eyes that could not fall no matter what. All the swans on this land belong to the queen, and there is no tombstone belonging to Zuo Ling's wandering.
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Intention: You all, please do it and cherish it