Meng Qingyan tried to call out softly.
"Alan."
"I'm back."
Yu Lan looked at him, holding the corners of her coat tightly with both hands.
It felt like the thousands of words stuck in my mouth were turned into silence.
"It's autumn, Alan."
"Autumn is coming, I like you."
Yu Lan looked at Meng Qingyan's smiling eyes above the mask. The tears in his eyes made everything around him start to become hazy.
He wiped his tears and chuckled twice
"Great writer, welcome back."
Intention: Be yourself, no one can define you, you are you
