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After a while she said, "You can't answer that, can you?"

I still didn't reply.

"Alright, I won't ask anymore."

She didn't send another text message.

I was relieved, but I felt depressed and empty.

The autumn rain was still falling, the autumn wind was still blowing, the lonely night, the lonely me.

When I thought of Li Shun, who was not far behind me, and Little Snow's mother, Zhang Mei