Before returning home, I opened my mailbox as a routine and said, "Wow..."
I was speechless, completely speechless, and a lot of love letters poured out of the box.
Fortunately, I have prepared plastic bags. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Of course, after this situation lasts for a few months, even the pigs will be ready early. And, of course, I am not saying that I am a pig.
Put the love letters into the plastic bag one by one. There are probably about seventy or eighty pieces in total.
Alas, it's amazing. The reception rate after more than a month is still very low. Ha ha. . . . So awesome. . . .
Of course, of course, this powerful guy is the eternal protagonist addressee on the envelope.
Hahahahahaha. . . . Of course------it's me. . . . .