While sorting through old letters from the Republic of China, I actually pulled out a scratched modern SIM card. Plug it into the senior phone, and dozens of missed calls came instantly. The note was Lu Chen, who had disappeared for three years - the man who once hugged someone else and broke up with me on a rainy night.
The white rose quietly falls at the door of the shop, and they meet by chance in the alley. There is a mysterious scar hidden on his wrist, and an old letter is stolen late at night. The note next to the glass fragments reads "Don't check what happened back then." When the medical examination report was spread out, I realized that his ruthlessness was all a disguise. He hugged me with red eyes: "Niannian, I never thought of letting go." Should I forgive this deep love that has been hidden for three years?
