The old days are an ancient alley. At the end of the alley, there is a dark red mailbox with peeling paint. There are piles of yellowed letters inside. Each letter has no sender and only one recipient - Yun Yi.
The storm was turbulent and the incident subsided. On the afternoon after the storm, she opened his notebook. She looked at the words he left for her in the note, and the tears that fell blurred the neat and elegant handwriting, and also blurred the young man's gentle smile in her mind.
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