Letter 42

Things have changed, people have changed, everything has stopped, and I am even more worried. We were childhood sweethearts, confidants who had been quarreling since childhood. We regarded each other as family members. We spent seventeen years together. It was probably God's will. He got cancer and left me and this world. I miss him very much, and I don't know what to use to record our seventeen years, but now I choose to write our seventeen years into a novel. I don't want to forget him, and I can't. This is the 42nd letter full of memories and no reply. The last renovation was completed on June 24, 2024. By fate, see you in the long version. Weibo @a Purpose: No one's life deserves to be sacrificed, everyone deserves to have a good life