He was lying on the bed, dying, holding a yellowed envelope tightly in his hand. The envelope trembled with his hand, but did not fall. The little son beside the bed helped him dial the phone number in the letter, saying over and over again that the number you dialed was unavailable. It has been more than 30 years since he dialed this number for the first time. Although he did not get through, his expression relaxed, and there was satisfaction and disappointment in his eyes. This was the first time since his serious illness that his relatives felt that he was still alive.
Intention: True love, one glance, lasts ten thousand years.