Collection of Winter Letters

——Zhi Chunjun ——To my brother Wait until my breath is cold Waiting for my body to rot Can you see the white bones underneath? I like BE aesthetics, my imagination runs wild late at night, and the story unfolds in the form of letters. If there are any formatting problems, I am not good at it, and I apologize. New author, don't scold me, you'll cry if you scold me If you are suspected of moaning without any illness, don't like pretentiousness. Concept: Pain is the beginning and end of love