Removed everything about Song Mu.
A big cardboard box, filled to the brim.
These are all her memories and unrequited love from college until now!
Liangliang couldn't help but cry as she looked at it.
The man on the poster never belonged to her and never will.
While pretending to be in love, they never had a meal together; the pretense was too complete.
Mrs. Liang stood at the door, watching her cry beside the box, her little nose twitching, tears streaming down, her nose tip turning red.
Mrs. Liang didn't enter the room; she quietly left.
She knew that at times like this, she could come out on her own.
Liangliang sorted these things out, took photos, and asked in Song Mu's fan group if anyone wanted them, she would send them.
Indeed, someone wanted them.
The large cardboard box stayed in the room; Liangliang slept by the bedside as the air conditioner blew a gust of wind.
Her tears were dried by the breeze.
It's as if that little love also slowly dissipated.
