Inexplicably, I received a package. The shipping address was surprisingly correct, but the recipient was not me. I checked the number at the door three times to make sure it was correct. The postman has long since disappeared. The uncle at the gate of the community reminded me to pick up this package.
I should have returned it, but curiosity still took over. I opened it, and then it was like opening Pandora's box, which contained a load that I couldn't bear...
There were only three diaries in the package, some of which were torn off.
And I, as a bystander of this beautiful story, can only palely write down the story from beginning to end.
Conception: