C48 Every Day Is Fresh

Shan Xing's tears flowed down like a river that had burst its banks, and she was afraid that the letters would get wet, so she had to hold the letter far away and wipe them away with her other hand, forgetting that she was still holding the bracelet and had to smash it against her face. Shan Xing cried even harder as she carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into her small pocket