On October 25, an invitation to a high school reunion was mailed to Lin Weiwei's studio via SF Express. The past was peeled off layer by layer by her hands like a fresh onion, and tears unknowingly covered her face and wet the paper.
His car stopped outside Lin Weiwei's studio, and he was nervous in anticipation. There was a bouquet of flowers placed on the passenger seat. The roses were bright and charming, but there was no dazzling engagement ring hidden in the flowers...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
