When Song Wan was young, he wrote a lot of letters, and the recipient of each letter was "J".
The unsent letters were treasured and hidden by her, along with all her young and passionate girlish thoughts.
During those years, she leaned on the desk, under the dim light, and wrote sincere words one stroke at a time. She never thought that one day this unspeakable feeling would be conveyed to him.
Song Wan was a useless toad. She just stared at the swan longingly, never daring to take a step forward.
But, the swan folded its wings and landed next to her.
The stubborn crybaby × the sunny and cheerful flowers of the motherland
Intention: growth
