Naihe Qiaotou, Avery asked the man who had become one with the stone: “Don’t wait any longer, she won’t come.”
When the man listened, he turned his head hesitantly, slowly, and stiffly to look at her. Avery realized that there were no white eyes in his eyes, and his dark eyes looked particularly scary. But at the moment he looked at her, his black eyes showed endless sadness.
“She won’t come.” Avery repeated again, regardless of whether the man could hear it or not. After speaking, she stepped onto the bridge.
The man’s lips squirmed, and he said, “Wait.”
Wait, wait for the end of spring, summer, autumn and winter, wait for the ancient famine, wait until the smoke disappears, and wait.
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