Yan Luo. Blurb
She was twenty that year. On the evening of the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month, it was bitterly cold and snowing heavily. A thick layer of snow covered the rooftops, and the streets were all but deserted.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she went to the desolate cemetery to pay her respects to her mother.
After finishing, she was about to leave when she noticed a little girl lying in front of a tombstone, nearly swallowed by the snow.
Lin Yuyan walked over and unceremoniously tossed her umbrella aside.
She picked up the little girl and brushed the snow off her, revealing a small face red from the cold.
On the evening of the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month in the twenty-first year of the Republic, she found her.
Blurb written on 22.3.25
Revised 22.5.3
Younger love interest, seven-year age gap, Republican-era setting
Theme: Here's to a love with no age limit
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