Fedora Scapini's Book and Story
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Belated Repentance
On the day I died, it happened to be the winter solstice. It was exactly the thirteenth anniversary of my acquaintance with Sheng Yuan. I inappropriately recalled thirteen years ago, the boy who came stumbling towards me, holding a heart in his hands. The world has changed, and so have the people. It's a pity that I closed my eyes too early and didn't get to see Sheng Yuan stumbling towards me. Tears streamed down my face in large drops, as if I had exhausted all the sadness of this lifetime.