"Although it has been four years since the collapse of Kunlunxu, many people still spontaneously went to the Municipal Square to mourn on this day. They brought flowers and..."
Jack Wei brought two breakfasts from the kitchen and placed them on the dining table. He then turned off the news, lowered his head and leaned against the table, lost in thought.
Yun Yongzhou came out of the bathroom after washing up. He knew that Jack Wei's mood would inevitably become low on this day every year. Just like he said, he had been losing things in the past twenty years, and in the rest of his life, he had to learn to accept these losses little by little.
This was a process similar to shedding skin, with periodic pain enveloping his entire body, perhaps he had already gotten used to it.
But Yun Yongzhu couldn't bear to see Jack Wei in pain.
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