When he was eighteen years old, he owed her a confession.
At the age of twenty-six, he handed her a marriage contract.
She thought he had forgotten.
He thought she had given up.
Until the yellowed love letter at the bottom of the junk box was opened——
"Shen Zhiyi, I like you."
The handwriting fades, but the thoughts remain the same.
It turns out that the luckiest thing in the world is not having a secret love come true.
But the person you can't forget is also waiting for you.
