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"Siyao..." "Siyao..." "Siyao..." She didn't know how many times she woke up from her dream and shouted her name. Every time the dark room told her that she was really gone. How she wanted to see what she looked like again. On the other end of WeChat, she used her last strength to gasp and said: Don't forget me... She stood in front of the mirror, picked up the scissors, cut off her hair, braided it, and sent it to her far away. In the next life, we will still be best friends...