I'm so happy, so happy!

Every time I send you a message and wait for your reply, seeing your reply has become the happiest moment for me in the past six months.

How I wish I could say a few more words to you every time, even just one more sentence or half a sentence, can make this feeling of happiness last longer, but I am afraid that I will bore you if I say too much.

After seeing the text you sent and hearing your voice, the feeling of missing you becomes even stronger.

I wish I could break through the screen and appear directly in front of you.

There are thousands of things I want to say, but I can't express them on WeChat or on the phone, so I have no choice but to write to you.

Only then did I realize how romantic the ancients' "flying pigeons delivering messages" was.

The post office is the greatest invention.

The last letter should have arrived in the Rose Garden. You are far away in Birmingham, so naturally you can't see it. Let it be kept longer.

Because I'm not sure if you will recognize my words at a glance when you see the fonts on the envelope. If you recognize my words, will you tear them up without even looking at them and throw them into the trash can?

inside?

To be honest, I have no confidence at all.

Then I'll just assume you won't take it seriously. This way I will be more courageous.

I have been feeling uneasy these past few days. I always feel like something is going to happen. I have been like this since I was a child. My sixth sense is inaccurate when it comes to good things, but it is ridiculously accurate when it comes to bad things.

However, as long as you can have peace over there, everything will be peaceful.

As for me......

When I was a child, a master calculated for me and said that my life was doomed to be full of disasters. I had to go through three hurdles in the first half of my life. If I could get over them, the second half of my life would be easier.

I don't know what these three hurdles are, and I have never been afraid of them before. I feel that the soldiers will come to hold back the water and the earth will cover them up. I have made a will and arranged my funeral, so I have nothing to fear.

But now, I'm actually a little scared.

I'm afraid that my short life will be spent in regret and failure to love.

You haven't forgiven me yet, how could I just leave like this?

I am also afraid that you will meet another man abroad and you will find that he is better than me, more mature than me, gentler than me, more considerate than me, and treats you better than me...

Thinking about it this way, I really don't have any advantage.

When will you come back?

I am really a greedy person. I am no longer satisfied with sending messages and calling you. I want to see you, I want to see you urgently!

Foreign countries are very open. When I was abroad, I often saw people kissing on the streets and making out in alleys...

I beg you, even if you really meet a man who is perfect in every aspect, never follow the local customs easily!

Men’s thoughts are nothing but those, you must be careful!

You are inexperienced and can easily get injured.

If I told you that nothing actually happened that night when we were in the hotel and I was just pretending, would you hate me less?

Or will you hate me even more?

Hate me for lying to you?

Can you tell me when you come back?

Hope you come back soon.

——Yu Jinwen

XX year X month X day

...

Nan Song's eyes widened and he read the last paragraph over and over again, feeling the veins on his forehead pulsating.

That night in the hotel, they...didn't have sex.

She didn't "bully" him through drunkenness.

Is he pretending everything?!

Nan Song had a serious look on his face and was shaking with anger.
Chapter completed!