"Zhan Xin is well.
Seeing words is like meeting. "
"This is the thirteenth love letter I have written for you."
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Liang Wanyan wrote many love letters for Shen Qiuchi. Shen Qiuchi dismissed them on the surface, but on the inside he read them carefully.
He is reserved and cold and dare not show off.
Because he knows. Liang Wanyan is the moon high above. And he is just a nameless piece of grass with nothing but a beautiful skin.
Naturally, the nameless grass cannot block the moonlight.
On the day when Shen Qiuchi was tempted to reply to the letter, the moon stopped shining.
Only the unfinished letter was left on the table.
Written with a familiar beginning——
"Zhan Xin is well."
/ Short story be.
Purpose: I hope lovers will eventually get married.