Under the dim yellow light, Lin Xie was biting his pen, looking at the pieces of paper that had been kneaded and thrown into the ground, and exclaimed, "is love letter so hard to write? At least I read a lot of love poems in my mind, but I didn't feel like God helping me when I wrote them. "

I think of her charming appearance for the first time, which makes people feel pity; I hold her hand for the first time, and I carry her on my back for the first time From then on, she broke into her own world. At night, she was haunted by dreams....