At one o'clock in the morning, a cup of black coffee and a vanilla scented candle.
Ansu lay in front of the computer desk, looking at the letter in his hand, but did not open it for a long time.
The mark of black ink penetrated the cover of the letter, and the three lines of words were soft and neat. The address was written on the first line, the city and zip code were written on the second line, and the connected words on the third line suddenly broke and read "Ansu Received..."
There is a sense of reluctance at the end of the pen, and there are more than one period written there.
Ansu quietly looked at the address and handwritten signature in the upper left corner: Alexander Meng. The twists and turns and strokes seemed to write lost memories.
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Qingshui romance is very boring. If you don't like it, please avoid it.