Returning to the small house where he was temporarily staying, he surveyed the place that had sheltered him, packed a few clothes, and sat at the table to write.
After finishing a long passage, he looked around the cabin and drifted away.
Supported by Long Junhao, Lan Lan finally walked to the door of the small wooden house halfway up the mountain. After catching her breath, the thought of soon seeing the man she had been thinking of constantly made her heart race.
Long Junhao watched her with a mix of jealousy and heartache. He wanted to tell her he was selfish and wanted to be her only man, but his love for her was deep, and he couldn’t bear to see her sad.
As she nervously knocked on the door, his heart trembled with each knock. After a long wait with no response, he opened the door, but no one was there. Relieved that she hadn’t forgotten him, he noticed a note on the table, realizing he had left. Seeing her tears hanging on the verge of falling filled him with pain. What could be more important than her happiness?
Lan Lan trembled as she picked up the still-wet note and read it through her tears.
If you see this letter, I would be very happy, proving that I still have a place in your heart. I love humbly, willing to lose everything for you. A life without you is tasteless as plain water. Thank you for three happy years and beautiful memories.
I have died once, and returning would no longer be me. Now, I have an ugly appearance that prevents me from standing confidently before you. Your ethereal beauty makes me feel ashamed. Yes, I am selfish, wanting you to remember my best side. Having you in my mind is like you being by my side; I will live well anywhere. Please forgive my selfishness. I’m leaving. One last time, I love you! Take care.
Wishing you eternal happiness!
Ling Feng
