Later, Lu Xuerong thought many times about what would happen if that mailbox was good.
Would he have known when he was eighteen that she had written a long letter saying that she missed him very much?
But the mailbox is broken.
So he didn't hear these words until he was thirty years old. From those yellowed letters stuck in the mail slot.
But it didn't matter, their fate was doomed from some earlier time.
Intention: The tenderness that grows out of scarcity reaches each other through silence.
