There are many typhoons in coastal cities.
On the day when Nanzhou County was about to be hit by Typhoon No. 3 "Qingtang", the humid sea air in the wind filled the whole town.
Shule hugged the cardboard box and planned to give up his love for He Xinxia on this day.
A page of classmates, a diary, a yellowed photo, and some scattered things that were related to him but not related to him.
Throw it into the trash can downstairs and call it a day.
Unfortunately, God was not kind to him. The flying pages were swirling into the wind, but there happened to be a piece of draft paper that circled around and landed on the tip of the boy's shoe.
The man lowered his eyes and picked up the slightly curled paper.
The paper is densely packed, stroke by stroke, filled with the same name.
——He Xinxia.
He twirled the thin piece of paper with his fingertips, and by some strange combination of circumstances, took it home.
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Maybe, "You don't know I exist, but you own my entire heart."
Intention: All dreams will come true
