It's snowing heavily in Moscow.
Xiaobai ran out of the house, stepping on the deep snow with a layer of steps with her bare feet. The wind carried a lot of snowflakes across her pale cheeks, until she stopped, until a crumpled paper ball fell out of her pocket, the wind stopped slightly, and she cried.
"How are you doing, Moscow noob.
I listened to your words and am now receiving treatment in the United States. I look forward to hearing your voice in the future and hearing you calling my name in my ears. It doesn't matter even if it's Ningning.
I once told you that the most ridiculous thing in the world is to meet the person you once loved deeply, but now I also understand that the luckiest thing in the world is to find that you still love her deeply.
Xiaobai, I'm in Moscow, I don't hate you, and I don't have the right to hate you.
Yours sincerely
Wen Ningyuan
Xiaobai, Wen Ningyuan published a book.
At the end of the book: I only dedicate this book to my wife, Liang Bai, and thank her for spending the most beautiful time with me.
Even later, she was no longer by my side.