There is a highly discussed question somewhere:
If you could write a letter to your past self, what would you write?
When Wen and Qiao came across this post, they were standing next to the Time Post Office in Water Town.
Her eyelashes were lowered, her fingertips secretly exerted force, and blue-black ink spread out delicate handwriting on the postcard.
Give up on Qin Zheng, Wen and Qiao.
The prodigal never looks back.
The fog has cleared and everyone knows that I love you - "The Fog"
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Motto: Loving yourself is the most important thing.
