I rarely returned to Lin Yan's room when he was young, and unexpectedly glimpsed the love letters he wrote when he was a teenager. Still haven't written a love letter to the recipient. Before I could get jealous, he had already informed me of the recipient of the love letter. "Is this a love letter to... Me?" Looking into his smiling eyes, I felt blessed for a moment. "So you liked me before?" "It's you now." I heard his words: "Only you."
