When I picked up Cheng Yu, he was fighting for half a piece of steamed bun with a wild dog.
Later he became the distinguished fourth prince, but he knelt down in front of me with red eyes:
"The first word my sister taught me was 'love', but no one told me that love can hurt like this."
I laughed at him for learning something wrong, until he locked me in the misty rain of Jiangnan, and rubbed the iron chain on my wrist with his fingertips:
"Guess, sister, the three hundred letters I wrote in those years——"
"Why didn't you send any of them in the end?"
