"Xiang Nuan, have you bought a mirror?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"There was an express delivery at my door. I opened it and looked at it. It was a mirror."
"I don't know, maybe it was sent to the wrong person."
"No, the name is Nanzhi, and the address is also our home address."
"Ah, then ask the courier company."
"I asked, but they said they couldn't find the logistics information."
"Did Song Ansheng give it to you?"
"No, I asked. Xiang Nuan, are we being targeted by bad guys?"
"Fool, how could this happen? Just stay at home and I'll be right back."
Xiang Nuan recalled the phone call Song Ansheng had just called him, "The mirror was given by Lin Luo. Don't tell Nan Zhi." He didn't know why Lin Luo sent a mirror to Nan Zhi. When he asked Song Ansheng, she just said something vague.
Song Ansheng lay leisurely on the chair with a smile on his face, recalling that Nan Zhi once broke a mirror for Lin Luo, and angrily wrote in the diary that Lin Luo would compensate her later, but now he has forgotten it, and now he has really let it go.
Intention: From deep love to letting go, it is not just a thought, but the past has become a passing cloud.