The first time I met Yan Shan, I was 12 years old and she was 17 years old.
When I was 18 years old, I fought alone and the door opened. You were wearing black-rimmed glasses, thin and lonely, and the freckles on the bridge of your nose were like dust baked in the sun. They were the same as when I first saw you when I was 12 years old. But I felt incredible when I finally saw the manuscript of a world famous book. A book has been translated into dozens of languages, hundreds of versions, and thousands of words. But I am the only one who has seen his original manuscript. Sister, you are more enduring than any classic.
Intention: love is true