"Is this for me?" Mu Yan held the letter tightly, the familiar handwriting sparking an absurd thought in her mind.
She looked at Luo Yao, her eyes filled with surprise and a hint of disbelief.
"Mu Chen he..."
Knowing her thoughts, Luo Yao explained, "I found this while sorting through his belongings."
The light in Mu Yan's eyes instantly extinguished. She mocked herself silently—what was she thinking? Mu Chen was gone; she had personally taken him to be cremated.
But sometimes, people couldn't help but hope for a miracle to recover their lost ones.
She opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Dear Sister,
When you read this letter, it means I am no longer in this world.
Over the years, you've done enough for me. Please don't feel guilty about my death. Actually, I'm already satisfied to have stolen so much time from the heavens.
Sister, forgive my selfishness for leaving you in such a manner.
Your brother isn't as strong as you imagine.
