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He gave her a grand love, but forgot to give her a status. She waited for him for three years, and what she got was a marriage contract and a critical illness notice. He said, "Give me three months." She said: "I'll wait for you." But three months was too long, and her tumors turned from benign to malignant. It was so long that she almost couldn't get off the operating table. It was so long that she waited for him in the rain for four hours, waiting for him to say "I'm sorry, I can't come." After she died, he knelt before her grave and found that the last page of her diary read - "If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be that white magnolia anymore. I want to be the wind. I will go see you when I want to be with you, without waiting for anyone's permission." But she has no next life.