Seo Woo confessed to Xu Yun.

Do you remember kissing goodbye again and again in the corridor of the dormitory? In the dim light, we hugged each other, because the night was over 12, but I didn't want to go to bed, and I couldn't find any way to spend it with you. I wanted to marry you from that day on.

Remember our relationship on the roof? I have acrophobia, but I don't know how many times I climbed the roof. However, I think we used to avoid the heat of the top floor dormitory in summer. It's a pity that mosquitoes are so fierce now that I have to apply essential balm to snuggle in your arms for a long time. There are few stars in the moon, and we seem to be in a fairyland far away from the noise of the world.

The first time I received the warmth of your palm was in People's Cinema. Do you remember? Instead, I sat in the front row and watched Hanging the Red Lantern High. Under the red lantern, you extended your warm palm to me, but I timidly accepted the heat flow that I had never seen before and spread to every soul. No wonder, this is my husband's hand.

Do you know who bought my first cake? It is you, my dear husband. Of course, you had a character who was my little object. That day, I returned to my dormitory from work as usual and saw the birthday cake you gave me for my 22nd birthday. Tears streamed down my face in the candlelight, mainly because I saw the two pages of romantic short messages you sent. I wonder if you felt my tears of happiness when you were on a business trip.

You said the snowy night was beautiful, because you took me riding against the snowy light under the neon lights, and I clearly felt your heartbeat. You said I hope this road has no end.

Frankly speaking, I mixed water in our romantic relationship. Being on the earth, I considered whether our material life would be greatly enriched in the future, so I tried several blind date activities, all of which were only once. Of course you know this, after I broke up, but I finally came back to your arms crying. Thank you for not kicking me out.

How can I let you go?

The days when we fell in love were linked by beautiful poems. Even though we broke up, your beautiful poems made me cry. I remember that Spring Festival, we went home separately. I felt the long footsteps of time in my mind, so I took out your poem and read it to grandma. I thank my old grandmother for giving me the opportunity to express my feelings.

I like listening to you sing. I think if you had the chance when you were a child, you would become an excellent singer after four years in the Conservatory of Music. They called you a corridor singer then. After the unit organized the gala program, even the old ladies rushed to tell me that you sang really well.

Later, we got married because we caught up with the unit housing allocation. In those days, a marriage certificate was required for housing distribution. After marriage, you always remember to tell me that it was very hot on the way to register.

I am used to being spoiled by you. Lose your temper if you are a little unhappy. I remember once we quarreled over your burnt eggplant. I know I was wrong, and I know you are sad, but I have been enjoying this special treatment. So, we always quarrel, and the most common sentence you ask me is: How long have we been quarreling, and when are you going to start quarreling?

The moon is full of yin and people leave. Although I know the laws of nature, I feel the pain of separation. Increasingly mature, I have understood the hardships and necessity of making money to support your family. I miss you all the time. You may not have read many touching and sad poems about missing in my diary. In the days when we get together, my heart is like returning to the roof where we began to fall in love: far away from the world, when there is a bright moon and few stars, only the two of us are at night, and I always hope that the dawn will shine later.

Times are developing, hehe. With your great help, I learned computer. You said I applied what I had learned because I followed you like a policeman on the Internet. When you say that I look like a Taoist, you are actually defending our great feelings. Good men are always harassed. Really, their sweet words to you are the greatest harm to your dearest wife. I sincerely ask you not to say sweet words to others. Sometimes you disgust me why I was born in the Internet age.

However, the Internet also gives me the opportunity to say I love you. I hope the internet and our love will come to the end hand in hand, and let me say I love you again.