Tears hit the letter paper, the "pat, pat" sound was particularly clear in the silent air.
Mu Yan was shedding tears and sniffing, completely unable to control her emotions.
Luo Yao didn't know the content of the letter. Seeing Mu Yan crying sadly, she asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
She handed her a few tissues.
Mu Yan took them and dried her tears, but her emotions couldn't calm down quickly.
Luo Yao, seeing this, took the letter paper from her hand and began to read.
After she finished reading, her eyes also turned red and she choked up, "Such a big matter, how could he hide it from us?"
Mu Yan sniffled and said, "That's just his nature, always afraid to burden others. When he was sick before, if I hadn't noticed, he would never have said anything."
"But this isn't just an illness, it's..." Luo Yao couldn't continue, covering her mouth as tears poured down.
Mu Yan closed her eyes and said, "Things have come to this point; blaming him is useless. It's all because of me."
