The night was as cold as water, and the little girl wrapped in a lime-yellow nightdress staggered her two calves and climbed onto the cold marble windowsill.

She stood on her tiptoes, one hand struggling to reach the window handle, the other holding the glass like a suction cup.

Standing firmly, she pressed her chubby little face to it, and after a while, a small white circle appeared on the glass, and she flickered her long eyelashes, trying to lift her chubby little face, staring at the dark blue night sky.

The empty bedroom was black and hollow, like a giant beast steaming from its mouth, and only the windows let in the moonlight.

From afar, the little girl standing on the windowsill looks like a ball of marshmallows. Suddenly, a bright light crossed her dark pupils.

It's a shooting star. It is said that every time a meteor falls, it means the fall of a life......

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