Dear Wanwan, I can't seem to hear my own heartbeat. I heard that the revolving door is a fate that has not ended yet, but I can't bear to let it go.
In 2010, I met you and fell in love with you at first sight. As fate would have it, my secret love came true.
In 2012, we graduated and our romance was made public. It was the photo frame that made our graduation season eternal.
In 2015, we were successful in our studies and returned to Spring City, which was the starting point for our countless futures.
In 2016, we got engaged. The red silk and gold characters were our expectation to grow together together.
In 2017, we got married. I felt that God was so blessed by me and allowed me to stay with the person I love for the rest of my life.
In 2019, we had a baby. You said you like to drink white porridge, so I gave the baby a nickname, Porridge.
In 2023, I want to divorce you. I am sick and many words are stuck in my throat, but I am afraid of dragging you down.
In 2025, it is the rainy season again. You said that the green plum trees downstairs in the hospital are exactly the same as those in Nanjiang. I dare not answer, so I just smiled. I feel very guilty. Why does that bright girl standing under the plum tree look sad and have gloomy eyes now? I was the culprit. Endless regret and debt flowed down the corners of his eyes. Wanwan, my vow to grow old together with you is finally indulged in my eternal sleep.
I thought of Nanjiang again, where there was a plum cafe with a plum tree in front of the door and a girl wearing a white and blue plaid skirt standing under the tree with a smile like a flower. I was looking forward to it day and night, and finally, it was another afternoon, and the door opened from the outside. What greeted me was the freshness of plums and someone I hadn't seen for a long time. That was the girl I loved most in my life, her name was Wen Zhiwan.
Purpose: It is easy to fall in love when you are young, but it is difficult to grow old together.
