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"My name is Yan Shun, Shun Shuang Shun."
But many years later, he got the express delivery. The book he lent her back then contained a long-old envelope. The yellowed paper and the writing on it made him stunned for a long time.
The letter is good, and the words are like meeting each other.
Jiang Xunian.
Maybe I should reintroduce myself to you.
Hello, my name is Yanshun.
It was the Yanshun whose parents forced me to marry a man in his forties for a gift of 150,000 yuan. It was the Yanshun who was favored over girls, despised by teachers, isolated by classmates, spread rumors, and called a bitch.
It's smooth and smooth.
Just the first paragraph made Jiang Xunian feel half empty.
All that was left at the end was a secret that she could never tell.
He broke his promise twice in his life, and she only wrote two letters in her life.
This is the last letter, the parting words.
The secret under the fireworks, I will tell you when I wake up.
The mountains and rivers are separated, but the two do not meet each other.
Goodbye, Jiang Xunian.
The epiphyllum that just bloomed last night outside the window has withered, just like her eighteen-year-old youth, which ended just as it began.
She was dressed in a wedding dress, pure and white, and it was her shackles that imprisoned her eighteen years old and her eternal freedom and wantonness.
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*Short story
Purpose: I wish all girls will always be warm
