The first time Jiang Yan saw Nan Xun was in the hospital. He was a small man huddled in a corner, sobbing softly. He had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, so he left in a hurry.
Later, he wrote her his first letter, which contained only one sentence and a few candies. At that time, his thoughts were very simple. He hoped that she would go well in the future.
Finally! Winter has not passed and spring will not come.
Be/no prototype
Purpose: Live every day well