There was an unsigned love letter hidden between the seventeen-year-old's desk. Su Mianzhou grasped it until the handwriting became wrinkled. He thought it was something that no one knew about, but he didn't know that Lu Zhiyan picked up the draft he left behind on his graduation day.
Reunited many years later at the anniversary of his alma mater, Su Mianzhou looked at the familiar corridor, turned around and caught Lu Zhiyan's gaze. The other party handed over a yellowed envelope: "I just received your letter now."
The late intention finally got a response, and this time, they didn't miss it again
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