Late at night in Yan Weiwei's bedroom.
The dim light at the bedside was still on until late, and there was only the slight sound of a pen writing on paper in the bedroom.
[Dear Haitang, Xiao Yu, when you see this letter, I will already be...]
Frowning, Yan Weiwei tore up the piece of paper and started anew.
[All good things must come to an end, but farewells are too sad. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye...]
Tearing up again...
Soon, several balls of paper had accumulated on the floor.
"Ah~ It's so hard to write!"
Yan Weiwei rubbed her hair somewhat irritably.
A sentimental farewell letter like this really isn't suitable for me...
Yes, she ultimately decided to leave.
Even though Yan Feng's illness was just a farce, the guilt and debt at the time did not disappear because the farce was exposed.
Having experienced life and death separations, Yan Weiwei realized she wasn't as strong as she imagined.
She couldn't ignore everything.
