[Manor owner×Visitor from a foreign land]
[bl, double strength, he, overhead background] [monthly updates, less often and more]
Mr. Qiao, who lived in Huangjin City, passed away on a Tuesday when it snowed heavily. When the landlord, Miss Xun, came to his dilapidated study room filled with old books and twelve huge oak boxes, he had already died in the sunset under the glass window with his longing for someone.
Accompanied by the old dust when the twelve oak boxes were opened, the past at the waterside finally came to light thirty years and three months after they were sealed.
On hundreds of yellowed sheets of paper in twelve oak boxes, he addressed him throughout:
My love, Mr. Li from Waterside
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(A new author, not very good at writing emotional lines...)
Intention: Wandering throughout life, love never stops
