It All Started When I Found a Love Letter

Five-star praise, I can't be the only one who feels uncomfortable watching it, it's so good There is no normal person in this novel, all of them are deaf-mute

I read more than 100 absolutely wonderful books. Invincible, more powerful than my 26-year-old female tenant Shengxu, a perfect world. Even though they are awesome, this rating is definitely underestimated. In Tomato is an absolutely unbeatable book. I've been reading novels for more than ten years and I've never seen anything so awesome. To be honest, although you may feel that this book is very poisonous, after reading more than 100 pictures, I realized a truth. If you like someone, be generous and enthusiastic and let everyone know that you like them. Instead of being reserved and vague, pulling back and forth. This is not only internal consumption of yourself, but also internal consumption of others. It is better to pursue the other person openly and enjoy love. There are only a few decades in this life, but the time a person really lives is only a few years. Brave people enjoy the world. By the time you realize this truth, it's often too late. Maybe the author also wanted to write such a truth, or maybe I was overthinking it, but I did realize it.

It's so beautiful that I can't watch it alone If you haven't eaten Ten, you can take a look.

Great book, every girlfriend of the hero has a fiancé, highly recommended!!!

This is a coming-of-age novel, very suitable for training one's mind. Sometimes human nature may be analyzed like this. I don't want to accept it but I have to accept it. Suddenly I don't want to train my xinxing. Life is already hard and I force myself to watch this thing 🤦

This book is so good. I don't know how I persisted. I finished half of it. I recommend everyone to read this novel. It's so good and the male protagonist is so charming.

It must be five stars. It is unprecedented and unprecedented. After reading this book, I feel that I have a clear face no matter what mindless and cool articles I read.

Let's start with the ugly stuff: the plot is relatively simple and the writing is mediocre, like a weak AI learning to imitate human emotions. However, the story and characters still want to give it a 5⭐, maybe because it's the first time I've read such a work. After all, I really experienced that kind of struggle. This story is like the bowl of chazuke rice that you forgot to add salt in the cafeteria late at night. The seemingly bland rice grains have a hint of regretful bitterness. It's a bit clumsy but also sincere. I even wonder if the author has included some of his own personal real regrets. After all, everyone has their own white moonlight, the most secret and painful emotional pain, isn't it? Those obsessions that wander around late at night may be hysteria under the filter of our memory. In this hysteria, in this story, some almost absurd developments have a fatalistic rationality. I have seen every "fool" in reality who is struggling in the emotional gamble, and I have also seen the cruel sobriety. I think that boring people who have experienced love disasters can see their own shadows in the words. In the end, maybe there is really nothing left to write, but really, thank you to the author for giving readers a slightly hasty ending. After all, after seeing the end, I still want to see something and say something. Of course, maybe it was because of the hasty ending that the regret left in my heart reminded me of Kizuki who was always stuck at 37 years old in "Norwegian Wood". Some disasters have no key to solve them. When the heroine finally folds the yellowed movie ticket stubs into paper boats and puts them into the stream, this ceremony is not so much a farewell as a coming-of-age ceremony to reconcile with obsessions. [There are so many stories in this world that end in vain. The moonlight will never illuminate the entire night sky. Finally, I hope that everyone who reads this paragraph will be favored by the moonlight to bypass the corners of love, and let those unfinished heartbeats forever hover at the moment when the fireflies flutter their wings. Perhaps in a parallel time and space, the red threads wrapped around our palms never tie the knot of life and death, and all the misaligned gears can bite gently in the plum-yellow rain - after all, in this world, there should have been a love that does not require tears as a ticket.

It's such a big lump, I can't eat it alone 🤮 🤮

Who made the score so low? I think I can't be the only one to suffer for such a 🐮🖊️ book