The day before Song Tingyun and Zhao Feng got married, they found two pieces of red silk at home. The older one said: My name is Song Tingyun. If possible, I would like to marry Lin Yanzhi in the future. The newer one: My name is Song Tingyun. If I can, I will never remember Lin Yanzhi again in my life.
"A Feng, who is Lin Yanzhi?"
"I don't think I can marry you anymore. I remembered."
I liked Lin Yanzhi for sixteen years, but in the end, I still couldn't marry him.
On the day we were relieved, I handed him the last piece of red silk with the words "I am Song Tingyun, I hope Lin Yanzhi lives a good life."
Intention: Love may not be perfect, even if we can't be together, we still wish each other well