"In the cowhide envelope hidden deep in the desk, there was all the moonlight of seventeen-year-old Su Wan. She wrote the entire senior year of high school into 99 unsigned letters, but she never had the courage to hand them to Jiang Che, who was three rows of seats away. It wasn't until the sun started to rain on the day after the college entrance examination that she watched the corners of the boy's white shirt disappear. At the corner of Xiangzhang Road, I finally understood that some encounters were destined to be separated by seven years. When they met again at the publishing house's topic selection meeting, Jiang Che, a cutting-edge architect, pushed the yellowed letter in front of her: 'Editor Su, have you found the solution to the folded answer in this story? ' "
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