Late sakura
>In high school, I secretly stuffed love letters into Zhou Yubai's textbooks.
>He wrote another girl's name on the title page.
>When we met again ten years later, I took the initiative to invite him to dinner.
> He shook the red wine glass and said: "She is dead, but there is always a grave in my heart."
>I smiled and wiped off the lipstick mark: "It doesn't matter, I'm good at tomb robbing."
>Later, the night I stayed in his apartment, his mother handed over a check: "The Zhou family does not want a daughter-in-law from the bottom class."
>I shred the check in front of her: "Auntie, your son is much more expensive than this."
>Until he lost his memory in a car accident, he only remembered Bai Yueguang's name.
I held his hand and put it against my belly: "Now, your new moonlight is buried here.
