Dessert shop owner × war correspondent A wait that spans life, death and lies
The afternoon when Lin Zhi received the notice of Lu Zhigui's death in action, she had just finished baking a batch of macarons. The sweet almond flavor and the cold steel of the telegraph blend absurdly in the small kitchen of "Seven Day Cicada".
She lowered her head and looked at the tip of her tongue, which could no longer taste the sweetness, and suddenly remembered what he said when he proposed: "Zhizhi, on the day in the seventh year when the cicadas chirp loudest, I will come back and marry you."
