[Republican Era] Jade Green

Forty years later, I was no longer young. I no longer lived recklessly on the strength of my youth. Day after day, I sat at my desk buried beneath discarded drafts, switched on the desk lamp, and calmly laid bare one memory after another.

One day, I received a letter. It had no name or address, as if someone had walked right up to my door and slipped it through.

There were only two short lines inside:

Yu Su, I hope you've been well.

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