Later, Xu Yan would write a letter from time to time every month, a letter belonging to Lu Yuzhou. She would put those letters in a large black book, and occasionally open them when she got emotional, to see her regretful youth and the people she missed.
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Many years later, Xu Yan stood by the lake, blowing in the wind, her hair flying freely on her forehead. Her eyes were calm, so calm that no emotion could be seen, and she said slowly to Gu Xingze: "The wind has picked up. How is he... Lately? Is he wearing more clothes since it's cold?" She was silent for a while and smiled softly, "Are you... In love?"
Waves of cold wind blew across the lake and caressed his face, raising goosebumps all over his body. Xu Yan was so cold that he couldn't help but stamp his feet, "Winter has entered. Time flies so fast. Another year has passed."
Purpose: Cherish the people who have left a lasting mark on your youth