The Eighth Letter from the Orange Sea
She always takes a detour to the river embankment after studying in the evening, and the white noise of the waves washing against the shoreline is played in her earphones.
"Jiyu." Xu Zhixia paused, the sound of waves by the river embankment still playing in a loop.
"Yeah."
"On the eighth letter, just love me, okay?"
"Yeah."
Seven letters traveled back and forth between the island and the mainland along with the monsoon. The eighth letter was folded into a paper boat and drifted forever in the warm Kuroshio current at 35 degrees north latitude.
Purpose: youth literature, modern romance
