Layers of Healing

Hello. Haha, it’s quite strange to formally write a letter, this might be the first time, so let’s go all out with the sentimentality—By the time you read this letter, I’ll be 9,000 feet above the ground. (It should be 9,000 feet, right? Measure it!) Please forgive my sudden departure; although I had the ticket, the date could be changed. Perhaps I should have waited until you were discharged from the hospital before I could leave with peace of mind. But, Xiao Wei, please forgive me, because I really couldn’t imagine the scene of saying goodbye to you all. Haha, you must think I’m a coward, right? Monster should be grinning and clawing, right? The first time I met Xiao Wei was on a summer day, a little girl sitting on a large suitcase, wiping sweat. In a blink, she seemed to collapse backward like her bones were suddenly removed (quite scary ^^~~), which really startled me. A-Xin had already run over to catch you securely. In the school infirmary, that girl smiled at us for the first time. When she opened her eyes, there was no panic, no anxiety, just a gentle smile towards us. Over the years, I’ve been thinking, wasn’t it from that smile that our friendship was destined? (Haha, how literary, it’s like writing a sentimental essay @@) More amusingly, the next day, she couldn’t even find the new student hall (a real case of severe directional disorientation…). Even more absurdly, she dared to confront Bismarck without knowing her limits. This girl seemed to care about nothing. Beneath her delicate exterior, there was also this tough side. Looking back at the times we played in the new student hall, it still feels very joyful. After Qing left, Yida took two years off to travel around, and when he returned to school, he wasn’t very good at interacting with others. I wonder if Xiao Wei’s appearance gradually melted his armor. Though she was occasionally capricious and worried us, she mostly smiled silently, like her ever-present milk tea, with a fresh aroma that could dispel the darkness in everyone’s heart. A-Xin felt the same, right? Xiao Wei was like a hand warmer, making people in the cold want to hug her tightly. Fate is such a strange thing, connecting people and events in mysterious ways. Yida met Kunda in Nantes, France, and their story made him decide to end his travels and return to a normal life. Initially, we didn’t know “Xiao Yu” was Xiao Wei. When I first heard you say your name, I laughed helplessly and asked, “Why are you called Zhou Yu? There’s a Zhou Yu in France, and now there’s one in China.” Then Kunda called us, asking us to take good care of you at Renfu University, and we were certain, you were the sister who loved her sister deeply in the story, the Zhou Wei with the same story as us. People in the dark always manage to hold hands tightly, because holding each other is the only way out. :). (It’s been years since I wrote so much at once, don’t blame my lack of words.) I was fortunate to meet your sister; she is indeed a beautiful and generous woman. The dinner at the “Wall of Memory” was arranged by her; she missed you a lot and wanted to see you but didn’t want to show her face.