This white cloud gathers and disperses, scatters and gathers, and between lives, it is the same. Ulanqab, Yang Han and Lan Xin held hands, walking on the flat grass, the breeze blew, blowing Lan Xin's hair, flying in the wind, Yang Han looked at Lan Xin's pale face, he didn't know why he felt a relief, a relief that he hadn't felt for a long time.

"Yang Han, I don't think I can go back." Lan Xin said this in a weak tone.

"Don't be cranky, Lan Xin, we'll go back tomorrow." Yang Han knew that Lan Xin was uncomfortable in his heart, and he could only comfort her again and again now.

"Something......

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