Lin Weiyan dug out a dusty camphor wood box and a stack of yellowed letters, revealing a half-life of tenderness trapped in misunderstandings in the rain in Jiangnan. It turns out that I have to spend the rest of my life repaying the regrets for my impulsive actions when I was young.
(I just wrote it out of sheer interest. Don't delve into the logic. Don't scold the characters. Of course, you can scold me.)
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Purpose: Old trust as a guide, regret and reconciliation