He felt a bit dazed, still unable to accept this reality. It seemed like by simply dialing the name in his phone's contacts, the person on the other end would pick up.
It was as if he was still alive, as if he had never disappeared from this world.
"I feel the same way." Meng Xi'er shed tears, "We all do."
The spot on her shoulder grew slightly damp and warm—he cried silently, mourning for his best friend.
Meng Xi'er clenched her lips tightly; her heart ached for Lu Yebai, for Meng Xi'er, for the one who could never return.
Life is so fragile, it can disappear in the blink of an eye.
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This was the most bitter New Year Meng Xi'er had ever experienced.
Even before it was fully dark, some had started setting off fireworks, filling the air with loud and lively noises.
