Lin Yue looked at the diary covered with a thick layer of dust and wondered when she had developed the habit of writing about herself. In her barren memories of the past, she was sure that she was not a pretentious person who would record a monotonous life with a pen. When she wiped away the dust and was about to open it, there was a knock on the door. She hurriedly responded and walked out of the utility room. After she left, the man with steady steps picked up the notepad she had just put on the table. There was a brief excerpt on it... That was the first time that she and him, as time companions, had intertwined in each other's trajectories...
Purpose: Remembering the years
