A year ago, Emperor Lu was so drunk he could barely walk, yet he still managed to avoid the paparazzi and delivered a birthday gift for Nan Wan's twenty-sixth, though it was a few days late.
At that time, he ran straight into Mr. Mu.
The unpleasant damp smell in the living room had almost dissipated, so Nan Wan closed the window halfway, leaving just a fist-wide gap. With the heat turned up, it wasn't cold.
The storm came quickly and left just as fast.
In the quiet living room, only the light 'drip-drop' sound of rain falling from the eaves onto the windowsill could be heard.
Nan Wan sat on the sofa, a blanket over her legs. She gazed at the box for a long time before slowly opening it.
One by one, the colorful candies were just like those she had stored in her memories.
Kept for too long, some candies had already melted, their syrup sticking stubbornly to the wrappers. Nan Wan was patient, and the cartoon-printed wrappers she peeled off remained intact.
