Don't Read Letters

Xu Yan, will you... Come again? … I don't know, maybe I won't come, maybe I'll never see you again. The man opposite him hesitated to speak. When he wanted to speak again, Xu Yan had already left. Fang Shu closed the door of his shop. There was a sign at the door saying thank you today. Fang Shu is sitting in front of a wooden desk, which is his workbench. He likes to play with gadgets, such as concentric locks. Fang Shu put down the things in his hands again. He had been out of inspiration for a long time. There was a blank photo frame on his desk. Fang Shu put down the tools in his hands and took out a photo from the drawer. There were five people on it, and one man stood out in particular. He was very good-looking, and like the other girl he was looking at, he could be distinguished in the crowd at a glance. Fang Shu rubbed his forehead and raised his head. Long time no see, Zhou Yian.