The typed words were deleted again and again. Ye Xia stood in front of the balcony, overlooking the city in front of her, the city that carried her memories of four years.
Tears kept falling and I finally picked up my phone and typed a few words.
"Happy wedding Cheng Nan"
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Ye Xia turned her phone on airplane mode and looked at the small note they had written.
"Happy New Year, Cheng Nan. This is the fourth year that I can't forget you."
It's an essay, written in flashback be
Concept: Youth Campus