When a person reaches the threshold of middle age, will you still believe in miracles? Do you still believe that the childhood dream that has been out of reach for more than 20 years is possible?
When a person is over fifty years old, will you still clearly remember the pure and mellow first love you had more than thirty years ago? Looking back suddenly, is it possible for that lovely person back then to get any information about her?
Destiny is so magical, just a "net" apart, it turns out that all this is possible.
Concept: An epistolary biography of Weng Meiling