May 3, 2026
Lin Shu is dead.
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Jiang Yufeng's hands were trembling and she could no longer write a word.
He thought again of that humid night.
Broken glass and rainwater were stained red on his wrists, and the rushing water seemed to cover up the collapse in his heart.
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He struggled to push aside the layer of dreams. But suddenly he discovered that outside the clouds, he had been exposed to the sun.
Among the flowers, Lin Shu was surrounded by pampering - no, it should be Lin Nian.
The name Lin Shu is not worthy of this child who grew up in love.
Recalling the box of love letters I dug out that day, each one started with "To the moon that dare not touch".
Jiang Yufeng stared at his bright smiling face and pulled her sleeves to cover the scar. "This time, let me drag your moon back to the world."
On the surface, he is cold but in reality he is full of emotions. I used to have money but no love. Now I have money and love. The young master is suffering.
Intention: Let me bring your moon back to earth