The lotus root soup on the stove was bubbling, and the fragrance of pork ribs and lotus roots lingered in the room.
Tang Yin sat on the stool in the kitchen and waited for the soup while looking at the small box in her hand.
She had found this box from the corner when she was looking for the soup bowl. Inside were wishes that the three of them had made together on Fu Li's birthday when they were living together.
The papers in the box were already yellow. Tang Yin opened the note at the top. She had written it herself.
"I hope that in ten years, I can have my own house and become the best manager."
The second one was Liu Xingchuan's.
"I hope to become a Best Actor. To be famous and rich, and live the life I want."
The last paper was crumpled tightly, afraid that someone would see it. It was Fu Li's.
"I hope that ty will always be happy and healthy."
