Under the cold light of the humid convenience store, Lin Shuqing scanned the barcode of dried mangoes. The sound of the machine reporting "747" coincided with the one in the early morning five years ago.
At that time, Shen Zhaozhao's voice was wrapped in the static of the Atlantic Ocean and said, this string of numbers is a "prisoner" in the Morse code, and now I am your accomplice.
Your heart will be permanently stored in locker No. 14 Of a convenience store in Shanghai.
The password is the humidity value of the air on the day when first love disappeared.
You said, electronic hickeys will never scab.
Intention: Love cannot overcome all difficulties