"Love Letters Traveling Through a Hundred Years: My Ex-boyfriend and I Became the Protagonists of Sadomasochism in the Republic of China"
On the late-night radio station, the gentle voice of "Inkstone" was Wen Ning's healing medicine; in the ancient book restoration room, Xie Xunyan's sudden visit broke her years of peace. One is a documentary writer who disguises cowardice with sharpness, and the other is an ancient book restorer who pursues integrity in the incompleteness. The sudden end seven years ago made this relationship cast with sour regret.
The antique market in the old bungalow, the unexpected confession in the live broadcast, and the secret handwriting in the letters of the Republic of China caused the two people to repeatedly pull together in "approach-retreat-concern".
Near the freezing point, the two of them accidentally crossed into the newly repaired pair of old letters. When they opened their eyes again, I became a lady of the Republic of China, and he became the fiancé of the Revolutionary Party in my book.
The war is raging and the country is in turmoil, but he sticks to me every day:
"Weiwei, come with me, I will take you to Yan'an!"
"Don't make trouble, we are just a script couple!"
"Script?" He suddenly pressed me against the wall, his eyes were scarlet, "Then in this troubled world, who can guarantee that we are just acting?"
What's even worse is that the plot of Love Letters is being forcibly advanced——
He wants to die for his faith, and I want to marry for the family.
The script of sadomasochism in the Republic of China is so complete that we become the protagonists who cannot escape!
"Hey, scumbag! Even if it's just acting, don't pretend to be real!"
He sneered: "It's too late. From the moment you walk in, you can only be mine - no matter which time and space you are in!"
He was afraid of repeating his father's selfish mistakes, and she was afraid of being let down in vain again. When the sound of the radio interweaves with the fragrance of ancient books, the memories carried by old objects gradually come back to life.
