The Temperature in the Palm of Your Hand Is Called Remembrance

Xu Yijin wrote in a diary named "him" "I really want to have a future with you" and later she wrote "Nothing." Jiang Jin, after so many years, nothing has changed. We just changed from us to me and you. Jiang Jin, I wish you happiness. That year I rubbed away the stiff pillow and crushed it into pieces. The temperature in your palm was a souvenir for me in midsummer.