Send a Letter in the Evening Breeze

Ten years ago, in the scent of osmanthus in the old neighborhood, Lin Wan hid a letter that she had not dared to send, as well as her tender heart for Chen Yu, the boy in the white shirt next door. When the college entrance examination came to an end, he left quietly, and the letter was pressed at the bottom of the box, along with his unspoken thoughts, sealed by time. Ten years later, Lin Wan returned to the city and accidentally dug out the yellowed letter. The evening breeze carried the familiar scent of osmanthus, gently awakening the thoughts of his youth. An accidental glimpse under a streetlight, an anonymous note in the interlayer of the photo album, and the sweet-scented osmanthus and tenderness flowing by the mailbox made her gradually discover that the heartbeat of the year was never a one-sided rush. Those missed times and those looking back hidden in the years were never absent. This is a story about regret and perfection, waiting and reunion. There are no grand confessions, only small tenderness and long longing. The night breeze remembers all the unsaid words, and the sweet-scented osmanthus witnesses the encounter spanning ten years. The best intentions will eventually settle in time, and they will be fulfilled at the right time.