There are three bags on my desk.

The black bag that Chimujiang gave me, Chen Yao's brown bag, and the better bag that he promised to give me.

He hurriedly stuffed flowers and bags into my arms and told me, "Shuyin, if you accept them, I will disappear immediately."

He said what he would do, and he ran away quickly.

But these three bags are here with me, and I don't know what to do with them.

When I looked through the bags, I found the letter that Chimujiang wrote to me when we first got together.

【Dear Shuyin, seeing your name is like seeing your face.

Until today, I still can't believe that a moment's glance can lead to our current fate.

I often feel lucky that I shamelessly begged people for your contact information those few days.

I have been brave enough for us to have a future.

I am not tall enough, handsome enough, or romantic enough.

But the heavens still favor me and sent the best you to be by my side.

Lin Shuyin, I have already told you several times that I love you, right?

But I still want to continue telling you, Lin Shuyin, that I will love you even more in the future.

Chimujiang, who wants to give you the whole world.】

I remember that at that time, I was even moved to tears by his elegant way of expressing his love.

Now that I have finished reading the letter, I have no reaction.

Only after lifting the veil did I realize what dirty things were hidden behind these sweet words.

Chimujiang taught me not to be too naive about love.