The screen was filled with pink petals, looking as if there was a shower of petals. This lasted for ten seconds before it stopped.
In death or life we are separated and far apart.
With you I made an agreement.
I grasped your hand,
Together with you I was to grow old.
-- Qin Shu
Fu Tingyu stared at the poem on the pink letter. His heart, which had been as calm as a lake was suddenly stirred up. He could not calm down even after a long while.
He read the letter over and over again.
The poem on the letter was the same as the poem on the post-it note.
After the initial excitement, a complicated look surged into his pitch-black eyes.
There was joy, but also shock.
This was from Babe?
She quickly gave Fu Tingyu an answer just as he was feeling puzzled.
The pink letter folded itself and words appeared on the cover, one after another, forming a sentence.
"To my dear husband"
