To Our Eventual Happiness

Daily fights "Lin Luogui, I asked you to look after my bag, but you collected so much garbage for me?" "How can that be called garbage? It's a love letter written by someone else to you." "Return these tomorrow. Otherwise I will tell Aunt Lin." "Why?" "You accept love letters from others." "I don't have any!" "Didn't you take these back yourself?" Lin Luo blocked his love letter, and Bei Simu broke her peach blossom. The left and right were at odds with each other, and the grievances were clear. In order not to let yourself die alone, the only way is...