Green plums wither, bamboo horses rust. (Top Be Literature)
When Liu Tanxin returned to China at the age of 24, a double who looked exactly like her stood beside Fu Zijin.
He left without saying goodbye five years ago, hiding 23 unsent letters and an old photo that had been turned yellow.
"Mr. Fu, long time no see."
"Miss Liu was joking, do we know each other?"
"Seven to seventeen years old, ten years of sweethearts..."
"It turns out that Miss Liu still remembers it, so why didn't she even say goodbye to me?"
That year, the cherry blossoms in Jiangnan bloomed and faded, and they missed more than twelve springs.
"This year's fireworks in Jiangnan..."
"I saw it."
"Does it look good?"
"Without you, everything looks incomplete..."
