Ye Mingmei's fingers suddenly tightened, almost puncturing the letter in her hand.
For more than half a year, she had been incessantly searching, but there was never any news of Yu Xiuzhun.
She did not lack suspicion that Yu Xiuzhun had already been rescued by someone.
Or... was dead.
Even though everyone around her said nothing, she knew that in their eyes, Yu Xiuzhun was already a dead man.
She just refused to believe, and did not want to believe, that the person who said he would stay with her for a lifetime had just left like that.
Now, this letter was like a glimmer of starlight in despair, instantly illuminating her entire night sky.
Ye Mingmei was stunned for several seconds, repeatedly reading the contents of the letter, ensuring it wasn't her illusion, then suddenly turned, stepped forward to grab her phone and bag, and was about to head out.
Just as she was about to leave, her steps suddenly paused.
A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.
