For three years, countless days and nights, they had silently thought of her. No one would bring up Qin Qin actively, but no one could stop thinking about her. She was like a beam of light that always illuminated them, yet that light hadn't shone for three years now, dimming the spirits of everyone who cared for her, grieving them.
"Don't think too much…I firmly believe that Qin Qin must be somewhere out there, and she will return." They had been clinging to this excuse for three years; no one wanted to believe she had really left.
Gan Tiantian gave a bitter smile but still nodded her head, "Yes, she will come back. How could she bear to leave? She will definitely return."
She was waiting—all those who loved her were waiting for her, believing she wouldn't let them down.
Qin Qin, you will come back, won't you? You must.
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It was quickly approaching mid-January, which also meant Yun Country's annual Spring Festival was nearing.
